Days~

Shall I start with once upon a midnight dreary?
In a sleep but not playing that which I knew not
Left for a bit only to be led to bed
On a memory not, but yes to a particular aspect
Words light and bring forth what should not be forgotten
Can I say that parks at dark are better than the day?
Nay and yea
I see an anchored soul struck and stuck to a vision only to play
Yet upon the drag
An awakening occurred
Odd steps and lost time oft wondered where have they gone...
Here they be in the majestic told to I who listens...
Singing and humming doing 75
Memory serves me right
The memory of the tranquil almost liquid peace
The kind of peace that brings forth song and poetry
It has been a time of good
What effects have transpired have done so in form
Good form!
To the negative I see the positive and there is love
That all important factor lest it not be forgotten
Mixed are these memories of this time spent
However, is the chronology important?
Nay
All is well on this day and the next
Yesterday's memories that are held in tact are cherished
Tomorrow sees me gone
However, I again arrive at pi ~ Maggie ~ 10/1/09 @ 5:20 p.m. EST


If only the words that I spewed in thought and vocalization could be laid here to rest. Laid upon parchment more so that the pendulum could hold what I verbalized. The escape of literature happens when ideas cannot be lassoed with the pen. Alas, perhaps I shall find them again in their right sphere and commit them. Until then, I leave what scattered thoughts mislaid yet portrayed in random form. Should the same words that were thought upon broach my mind, I shall relay them surely in kind. Life is sometimes bittersweet. I shall unfold that which I hold when and if they return to me in the original fashion. ~ Maggie ~ 10/1/09 @ 5:27 p.m. EST