Mystical Night

 

Standing alone
A breeze brushed
My arm
Sending shivers
Down my spine

Quickly
My attention changes
Challenged by
A new presence

A moment focusing
A tap on my shoulder
And instantly awoken
As if only a dream

Standing tall
Under the moonlight
We begin to dance
In the shadows
Of the trees

Freely swaying
And galloping
Around and around

Lost in the motions
Time forgotten
Freely laughing
Clear minutes
Of pure joy
Etascy experienced

A buzzing sound
Echoes
Gaining speed
Getting louder
My alarm wakes me

Distant memories
Of my dream dance
Dancing in the moonlight
And in the shadows
Oh, one day I shall return
Until then…just memories

By Pauline Harris

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Her Daydream

 
Her eyes gazed over
To look yonder
Nothing in particular
To see beyond
But a reflection
Of days to ponder
Past gone by
Memories linger
Waves collapsed
In the mind
As she thinks back
Reflections of pathways
Seem to creep by
Similarities in some
Others purely unique
Conquests shared
Trophies long since faded
Connections grew
To complete networks
A force within awakened
Sparking a new revelation
Creating joy for all
Who beaconed nearby
Fostering new life
And new growth
Through collaboration
And enrichment
Via creative
And wonderment
She returned with a smile
To share with those who care
by Pauline Harris

A Pen’s Dream

One day, a pen sat right by a stack of papers…it decided the time was here to write something inspirational…So the pen thought and thought for a long bit…what is inspirational for others to hear right now…all the pen could think of was…SMiLe…Thusly, the pen wrote SMiLe on each piece of paper there…enjoy your day ~pharris2012

The Hidden Garden Door

Dew greeted me this morning
As the thickening fog
Slowly began to lift
Awakening the critters
Amongst the bushes
Along the trail
Deep inside the woods
Listening intently
For anyone following me
Knowing full well
Someone someday
May discover this secret passageway
And then they will discover
The hidden door to the garden
Not just any garden
This one has roses of every shade
Yes even deep dark black ones
Pansies and tulips
Daffodils and posies
Amongst the flowers is a garden
Herbs and veggies to delight
A small sanded area with some rocks
I have made this area a zen garden
A tree with a swing allows fun
All in all the garden is a peaceful hideaway
Maybe someday I will share
Bu for now it lives
Only in my dreams
By Pauline Harris

Peddle Stool

Upon arrival, I noticed
Little things
Luxuries given
Really forced upon me
Liking the feelings, at first
A tiny voice
Shouted ‘Be cautious’
Unaccustomed
To the attention
I enjoyed it
Engulfing me
In clouds of illusion
And then suddenly
The door swung open
And there, I saw
The depths
The distance
From reality
I had been placed
No more illusions
Of grandeur
For I knew
True happiness
Was not there
But for my own
Choice in keeping
By Pauline Harris

Illusional Vapors

The vapors from the coffee grew
Twisting and turning into a dragon
Captivating the mind of the onlooker
Taking away from the lure
The tremendous lure of the books
…by Pauline Harris

The Reunion of Sorts

Many days of planning
And at last it was here
To go or not go
I boarded the bus
With tingles in my stomach
Safer to take the bus there
No worries about my car
Hopped on and away
Jitters from anxiousness
I want to see my friends
At last, my stop
I get off the rotating bus
And walk steadying myself
Under the bridges, past the freeway
Into a side of the city
Familiar and yet not
The old garage, our old stomping grounds
Lots of talking inside
Of someone not wanting to talk
Or see someone…then silence
As I enter. I look over
And see one of my friends
With a baby. So adorable
Focused on the baby, I reach out
Hugging the baby
While taking a walk
With my friend
We walk over to the vines
And so many flowers
A buzzing noise
Hummingbirds, so many hummingbirds
And flutterbies flapping about
Singing and carrying on
Distracted by them
I must take and stay in this moment
This one beautiful moment
With friends and lovelies
I am in awe….
Until I wake up
It was just a dream
Now I wander where
Those friends are
And can I ever return
To that beautiful moment
…by Pauline Harris

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