Reflective

Why is it when we're with ourselves we seem more reflective, contemplative ... what do you think about when you're by yourself? Do you think about your day? Do you think about things you need to do? Things you should or should not have said? Oh well, as the night draws on and I'm thinking it's still Wednesday night but technically it's Thursday I realized I haven't fulfilled my daily posting. Since I haven't slept yet, I am counting today (so I haven't missed a day!) Now that we've got that straight.

Meanderings ... that's what I was first going to call this (taken) because that's what my mind does. It goes about from thought to thought, no sense really. I can get on a real create, I can be in another world and it only takes moments.

Sometimes whole poems come to me and I make them up as I go meandering.

Tis like thought streams effortlessly through forests and over the hills
down to a stream where I lay my head to dream.

Thoughts and flights of fancy
mirrored dreamlike in the water play rhapsody and there it goes
flowing down as a leaf which is taken by the current

This is my thought as I watch it go and I wonder where it will lite
Can you see the leaf? It's canoe-shape, brown with a slight curl
there's a drop of water that happened as it rushed pass the rocks
down a small incline and bit of rapid
That's how they go -- fast then slow -- vapid

Birch trees white bark stand slim and pure on shore, green grass and
forget-me-nots gentle the slope and there it is ... the quiet
peaceful place that my thoughts lay upon these and I am still.
This is my place and it welcomes me, eternal springs thought.
And I am eternal.