Sunlight in the mists of spring falling through the trunks
and branches making shadows on grounded things
on water alive and curling within its banks happy to
be free of ice and full of light

Like dark lines and straps binding it to earth but
always frees itself like the shadows drawn to dusk

claw of crime

how we hold onto that which is neither ours
like life like that coveted within without
let it be and to share is more the want
then the take

bone white soft as a mantle
mists of spring
the fresh clouds
the static of vision at rest
in meditation

single candle for the yard we
inhabit we walk our inner garden
of moonlight of daylight where
we place the preciousness of
fondness

I remember seeing people
rocking on their beds in the psych
to music or on the bus Comforting
to them for them

and how we twist memory down
hold on dearly when anxious times
awake the dark devils inside
the ghosts alive and well waiting
that quarter of nearness
the share we hold onto

anxious eyes roaming the room
our memory search inside
(facial recognition texts can tell
what asset of memory is being
sought just by the direction of
eye movement...truth or lie too
revealed...)

Lavender wishs That colour of dusk
calming and tranquil

and we lead our lovers if we try
soothing with words
a story a tale
sonnets of care

(although not everyone had lullabye songs
of youth song to them they have knowledge
of them...a desire for them maybe..)

thats my poem Thank You all for the comments!!