Drawn In

pulled through the dirt

to find one can fly

and the glitter on the turf

always caught the eye

sparkling till one looked real close

drawn in to see the face shimmering in the beige

bland fluff of ground

minutes ticked by

eternities passed

we sat pulled into ourselves

watching it all fade to black

then return to light

sparkle and shine

till the full of your eye started to glitter

drawn in with a laugh

falling over the top of the ghost

of shadow that still crossed your face

as if we could not stop the shade

it still fascinated me

the play of light and dark

the sparkles and glitters

distracting a mind lost in wonder

full of life and images of others

who have lived before

only to pass the universe on to me

or you however you want to see it as we are one

living for all to see the glitter

drawn in and around like the circle of cycles

we planted that spring

forever growing and molding

the shape we became

Looking for Something

Memories in a box.
Not quite what I was looking for.
Have you seen my missing socks?
I guess I can dig some more.

Past the photo of the beach.
Past the shell, the memories,
Seems my socks are out of reach.

I want to dive in I say,
But not quite like this,
maybe another day?

His smile makes me pause,
For a moment, or two.
He looks so much like my kids,
So much like we all do.

Time flies!
Oh look at those skies!
One thing I never tire of
Is looking at the sky above.

Now we're was I?
Why am I here?
Looking for something.
Finding it near.
There are those socks!
Tucked up, buried, a little behind,
And under the box.