I escape to
my own retreat,
Where I can be
alone...
The barn
my choice, the place I seek,
Almost my second
home.
It's then I let
my mind wander,
Into a
time now past...
Sift through the
memories in my mind,
From those able
to last.
Like eager
fingers, digging deep,
My thoughts
flit here and there...
Searching for
what's hidden well,
A nugget
I might share.
Throughout the
rubble of my thoughts,
Unorganized at
best...
Stir them so
that they awake,
While I
enjoy my rest.
The jumbled
thoughts and memories,
That I uncover
there...
Like finding
some rare jewel again,
To flash in
sunlight's glare.
To be enjoyed
just one more time,
Then tucked
where it was found...
In rubble of my
memories,
Both out of
sight or sound.
© 06/30/09
Loree (Mason) O'Neil
Midi playing is: Blue Side Of
Lonesome
