On Holding Hands

By holding hands we
Talk
Tell
Share
Quell
Beg
Seek
Be strong
Be meek
Seduce
Sigh
Laugh
Cry
We keep a distance
Or narrow the gap,
And sometimes we hold hands for no reason at all,
Just like that for the fun of it all.

The Flight

Sunbeams fuel its awakening,
morning dew bathes,
noisy crickets promise to nourish.
It gazes at the new dawn,
wondering what it will hold.
Like a spring it snaps tight,
leaping into the void,
its feathery wings kissing the wind.
It soars, it leaps, it swerves and dives,
a tiny bird, leaving its nest
has taken on the mighty skies.

Pursuit of hapiness

it flashed, and in a blink, was gone,
but its essence hung in the air, floating, wafting,
like a wave washing the shores on my mind,
its sweetness, its purity, its calmness,
soaking the barren sands,
awakening in me a new life.
i feel a sense of peace, of well being,
i long for its to linger, or appear again,
your magic smile
a glimpse deep into your soul.

Distant Connects

Travelling for work can be a very lonely experience, locked in a cocoon of unfamiliarity, strange people, strange places, strange food, strange everything......
So one ends up making friends with the smaller joys that are otherwise overlooked.
Sitting on my hotel's window ledge I see the rain fall, pigeons flutter, freshly washed leaves sway under overcast shies....
These small small things are always familiar, always there, waiting patiently to catch your attention and remind you of home.
All one has to do is throw open the curtains and let them in....