Self, unravelled willingly,
trees and stone erections stare
through firmish forests of self-doubt,
outwardly content to remain kind and thoughful,
the centre revolved around a fragile vortex.
Fatefully reclined lie dreams of realisation,
equate the ebb and flow of life with love;
its forever changing cycles, moods turned
inside and out; staring, gazing at what the world's become,
hum of vacant gossip, served up as mindless entertainment.
Deliriously happy. Times move along like willing ancient friends,
always there with me, along the way, the ups and downs,
smiles and frowns. And ever ready for gentle repartee.