Fly to the Moon
Take a chance
Don’t be shy
Ride a shooting star
Fly to the moon
Don’t be shy
Ride a shooting star
Fly to the moon
Don’t let a misstep mar your day
Be sly
Hide (if you have to)
Let it all pass on by
Be sly
Hide (if you have to)
Let it all pass on by
Stand apart from the fray
Barter for a better day
Give your wishes credence
Chart your course
Barter for a better day
Give your wishes credence
Chart your course
Get out your crayons
Make some marks
The rhythm of your life
Is the cadence of your own heart
Make some marks
The rhythm of your life
Is the cadence of your own heart
Chance, fly, shoot, star, shy, mar, sly, apart, barter, credence, chart, cadence
11 comments:
"The rhythm of your life is the cadence of your own heart." Beautiful, wise and true. I love this poem, my friend. Have a wonderful Sunday.
Now I want to have some crayons... colors can be so powerful
Sometimes the heart is out of cadence. Then what? (Devil's advocate here!)
My son, just this morning, reminded me that for all my life I have embraced change, taken risks. Never to forget that feeling.
Dear Helen, I think we have no choice. Change is inevitable. Thanks for your comment.
Get out your crayons? I think we all should do it every now and then.
I feel liberated , reading your poem :)
I really like the idea that the rhythm of life is the cadence of your own heart. What better rhythm could one have really! And there is no better way to chart one's course than with crayons!!
Best fly to the Moon now (or whatever is your desire), as once you are dead you will be grounded...as it were!
Collagists like the scissors says Rall scissorhands:)
An enchanting poem, with a wonderful end two lines.
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