lost treasure, find

what shall it take

for me to  regain

what has been taken back

full lung fill

fresh air dream

steaming

the flexibility of my soul

breath whilst you move

focus freed from past

bump and grind

bump and grind

I seek you still

in the distance you remain

your heart once more

I shall grasp

shedding

you, who once so firmly I embraced

with time I learned

to walk with you in hand

and now I see, how this crutch has lead me to bleed

your shadowy fortress

refused to stand

 I must move on old friend

our time has come to an end

I thank you for the false confidence

which once you gave

its time to stand

I must be brave

with the wind in my hair

and hope in my heart

I shall persist

and 

forge on
carry on I say!

thorn

we are the thorn

which she wishes to extract

cherry pie

Friendship is much like cherries.

The ripe, red fruit

so tantalizing to some,

once offered, should not be withdrawn.

At times it seems 

you have been left with nothing but  the pits.

Other  years luck, 

greets the birds with this succulent treat 

and you are left with none.

Yet not all have such an option

to possess such a wonderful delight.

Truth be none,

if you are patient, 

you might just get a slice of the pie!

walking away

Shadows cast before me,

the sun shines from behind.

It's simply what must be done

for me to keep grooving on.

What I leave behind 

had many lessons which I had to learn.

Parting can create such sweet sorrow

although now I have before me the big, wide open

door closed

for me to explore.