Swirling sands
And shifting tides
Dispelling the grains
Of ordinary matter
No real answers
As the waves flux
Just more questions
While time escapes
© 2019 Michelle Cook
time
The old you
I miss the one I once knew
The old you
I miss the distant days
The old ways
I miss the witty rhymes
The old times
If only the old
Could be what I forever hold
I’d never have to miss you
© 2019 Michelle Cook
Heather pink
Beauty displays herself
In fragrant wisps
Of thyme
During midday wishes
She’s at
Her prime
© 2019 Michelle Cook
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Sweet dreams
I feel you standing there
Fingers slide across my face
A gentle kiss to my lips
Then you gather me in haste
The moment suddenly shatters
Time barges in, getting in our way
Yet somehow I’d still been convinced
That you would surely stay
© 2019 Michelle Cook
Dismal days
Dismal days
Are all the craze
Everyone’s living
In a haze
Could this be
Just a phase
Or are we stuck
In a repeating maze
Look at the way
People gaze
So many lost
In a doleful daze
Will we ever find
Those hopeful rays
Or stay prisoners of
Depressive waves
Can we all give
Encouraging praise
Or will morosity
Be what stays
Everyone has a choice
To change their ways
Kindness has always
Been what pays
Can you share
Your love full blaze
There really isn’t time
For delays
© 2019 Michelle Cook
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