Sometimes I like stopping time and holding it like a camera,
To take in the sensation of truly being alive and living,
My entire body feeling warm and buoyant as if dreaming,
Like the unborn, I like bathing in bliss, safe, secure and protected

Sometimes I like to take in the slanting sunshine,
Unaware that time slowly snoozes away never to return,
Fully guided by knowledge that such is a silly mystery,
Shining a benign smile to the world in that disillusioned moment

Sometimes I like quivering like a petal in the breeze,
In a beautiful but disturbing moment of ignorance,
To feel the relieve of floating in a pool of nothingness,
And claim back the solitary nature of my childhood innocence

Sometimes I feel free and wild like a brightly colored bird,
My softness moving swiftly through my wings and feet,
To fly through all artfully arranged petals, trees and the sky,
Burning with the desire to detect all that is serene and mesmerizing

Sometimes I am forced to fight away tears springing in me,
In a harsh world that has killed too many comforting words,
Slowly inhabiting the air and silence that shatters me,
As I turn myself into a radiant angel to my own rescue,
For that is my perpetual dream that is too devoutly to be wished



2 thoughts on “Sometimes

  1. I like your word pictures about living in the moment. Too many times, I have missed seeing the best things in life by fumbling for a camera and trying to immortalize them. When I just stand still and drink it all in, it is magic, and it burns a picture onto my memory that is sharper and clearer than a photo could ever be. If a picture is worth a thousand words, a picture in one’s mind is worth a million. Have a great day, Aston. Thanks for sharing. 🙂

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    1. I am deeply touched by that response from you Joan. Couldn’t have defined better than you’ve already done. The secret to many that we search lies in seizing each moments that we get to have!

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