Take a walk, through sacred grounds like the many have done,
Greta knew it, she had it right, that no one is too small to make a difference. She is different, and many who should have listened did listen from one September to another, back in the day. Well, they listened and then returned to their sleep, nodding lip service whilst the young remained on their feet, we sleepwalk to our fate today.
"Just a thought"
Hello little lady I pause for you,
Tippy toe, tippy toe could you not dance once more for me,
That time was coming, I knew this, have seen it many times.
I fumbled with my texting, two dozen edits, three simple words.
The summer comes, with gentle conversation and ice cream cones,
Cannot see through these months ahead without knowing where I am.
Waiting in my car, parked up in the park, wanting to hear that phone tone,
Old gypsy girl you touched my hand, read those lines, all those lines and what they said,
"Come sit on me"
Don’t put yourself in that dark and lonely place,
Pick yourself up, shake that mind and body down, clear those tears, bring back the colour to that weary, wanting face,
Fear not that stranger who feels that you are in danger,
Please approach this bench, though I am no judge, just a listening post,
Feel my wood and the warmth as it dissipates around your treasured soul,
Free yourself, use your eyes and ears, look up and out a little further,
Always attentive to those who sit upon its thread,
The magic carpet waves and rolls, cossetting its moonlight riders who have left their beds,
Its invisible cloak keeps those that board warm and snug, they chase their next adventure through city lights, unbroken skies, excitement that needs to be fed.
It twists, turns, rolls, coloured stardust falling from its Persian tails,
Drifting down towards sleeping, smiling, illuminating faces,
It makes steady for those that are ready to board, realising dreams of little ones, for children are the masters of its sails.
If you listen very carefully the wind delivers its softly spoken words,
But only the young at heart have the ears to understand the language that is heard,
The carpet has them at its pleasure, no grown-up adults, how absurd.
Climb aboard my lovelies, grasp my tassels nice and tight,
Let’s seek out the ocean and all its commotion on this very moonlit night.
Over the horizon there are orcas singing, blue whales blowing, it’s an incredible site.
Ride the magic carpet, take pleasure in your dreams, oh little things,
For when it’s all done and dusted just open your eyes and seek out what new daylight brings,
For you know that another night will beckon, another story written for children are the masters of the magic carpet kingdom, they are the kings and queens.
"Lucky Cat Black"
You are part of us now, oh lucky cat black and all that with tail so long.
Regardless of your age, irrespective of life experiences, none of us have been here before, this time, this crazy crazy time. Now is unique, some of us are faltering perhaps already fallen, never to rise from the comfort of a bed, a supposed place of rest, yet it is a battleground from where we fight this Covid villain instead, he is no friend of mine.
"You and Me"
As our lives move on through 2021, we travel side by side, just you and me,
GK January 2021
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