These Days
They
say
.
these
days
.
come
only
once;
~
These
games
.
we
play
.
meant
just
for
us;
~
We
sit
and
watch
.
the
shifting
tide;
~
We
surf
the
waves
.
savor
the
ride;
~
Winds
lift
us
high
.
though
just
so
far;
~
A
kiss
transports
~
us
to
the
stars;
~
These
whispered
words
.
we
shan’t
forget;
~
Invading
space
.
we
can’t
regret;
~
Like
sand
trails
.
with
no
end
or
start,
~
we
trace
a
path
.
through
.
timeless
hearts.
~~~
©Robyn Lee
Childhood Found
Lost Childhood
small footprints mark the earth
laughter woven into the wind
spirit children play
tossing stones
leaping into the air
each foot landing in its rightful space
under the watchful trees
on the hidden path
in the haunted glen
childhood found
~
by Ivy
Childhood Found « THROUGH THE HEALING LENS