Flash fiction. Transformation

It is time. Time for my next transformation. I am prepared, well as much as I can be. I sit in the coolness of the temple my metal casing cooled by the shaded darkness. The creeping insidious  flashes of pain  in my head are growing stronger. My mind is pierced by a raging heat, I… Continue reading Flash fiction. Transformation

Sharing

The burdens of life and stresses of the day  Don t need to wedge us, gone and away We are here, with  ear and heart  Sharing good and bad, though miles apart Our thoughts and concerns dont need to stew Sometimes its good, to have another’s  view A different take, a voice of reason Helps… Continue reading Sharing

Relaxation

Crunchy granules sprinkled pure  Golden beach throws out the lure Sparkling diamond peaks of light Reflected nature, shimmery delight  Thoughts unwind, body relaxed  Watching the waves, glistening tracks  Crisp cool breeze whispers by  Seagulls, floating in the sky  Closing my eyes, imagining you here  Holding your hand, holding you dear Lapping waves caress my feet … Continue reading Relaxation

Will love live or die?

I get glimpses of who you are Makes me want, to return from afar  Your soul seems suffused in light Like a moth to a flame, it seems so right Your warmth and sweetness  Becomes my weakness Drunk on the your nectar Like a bee, I am a collector The intenseness of our communication Has… Continue reading Will love live or die?

Random  Fate.

When random fate shook its hand We played a game, fate took command We talked all day We made some play We explored horizons Had interesting conversations When the light came into sight The connection seemed right I felt the lure, a big connection Adding  friendship a new direction Opening up we let it flow… Continue reading Random  Fate.

Rose coloured glasses

I got carried away by our interaction, Thought it was a source of mutual attraction, I got carried away by your seeming caring, Those whispered words and the texts endearing, I imagined ,we shared something special at times, I am sure we did, fleetingly, or maybe I am blind, I knew you had  others, Then… Continue reading Rose coloured glasses

Events from the past

Frozen in time, behind windows of glass, In the museum of the mind Events from the past, in crystal clear clarity The memories are stored, allowing recall first class. But how clean are those windows? From the thoughts we revive, When we dredge deep in the recesses, for treasures or lines, Have some of the… Continue reading Events from the past