“Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.” ~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


The carpet became the landscape of my choice
where my body lay in comfort
with arms outstretched
like an angel in the sand. Alone,
like a lost handkerchief in a meadow
no movement, no sound
only music in my soul.
I took an imaginary trip
around the world
letting all worries
roll away like marbles
on a pavement covered with chalk
where I used to play
with kids of my age;
kids of innocence.
I’m flying high like a bird,
like a butterfly soaring the skies
in grateful exaltation.
Although not a child anymore
but still a dreamer
of dreams yet to be lived and savored.
And as I close my eyes
with the sweet afternoon melody
echoing between the walls
the world becomes a rainbow,
the endless arch
captured by my heart.
A pearl of iridescence to carry along
as a talisman of
one’s wondrous path.

By Sharka Waite

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