Stride

Regarding my eventful stride
in the garden of perception
I ponder
and wonder
how I ended down yonder
believing fate
would caress my inner
conspicuous alteration
of thoughtful contemplation
that opens
and shuts shutters
of my ever vivid imagination
smothered
in surprisingly twists of plots
that I sometimes detest
but mostly adore
lots n lots…

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Drawn by light

drawn
to the darkness of night
it was redirected
by first light
and the fading moon
sketching
a pretty picture
the mixture
of faded shadows
and songs
of morning sparrows

alive
this live blinding spectacle
recurring
with precious innocence
awoke
on a spring dawn
rising
on shores
of hopeful new starts
passing slowly
as it departs…