Ordinary Strangers

As our fingers flow freely, here o’er the key board
The eyes are out watching, can you really afford
To let…...the magic keep flowing day after day
There are those on this forum, who’ll have something to say

But til then we’ll keep wandering o’er meadow and dell
And those who condemn us can all go to hell
Let us swim up the river like salmon, to spawn
Or simply ..... lay here in bed and witness the dawn.

Oh how delightful the sun
has entered our space
the warmth and the glow
upon our face..
As we merge into the meadows
the rivers, full stream
the moment we are taking
has no time to be seen
seen in the ways that others
will view..
through their eyes of seeing
its all their own brew..
In the playfulness of spirit
their is nothing to hide..
awaken the essence
of what is deep down inside...

[Squatchit]

*stands and claps*

*throws bouquet of red roses to sw*

*throws bouquet of white roses to S-word*

You two are costing me a fortune........

Ah, sweet Squatchit, please forgive us for invading your space.

While going through "My Documents," I came across this little piece of non-sense which was posted in a thread that has somehow mysteriously disappeared.

Was it you to whom it was intended?

Ah could I but lay with you on the mat
And speak of such things not lacking in tact
Could I but speak of the spiritual things
Of blessings that come on dear angel wings
Of spring time in meadows, were sweet blossoms blow
Of dreams and loves memories of so long ago
With you would I sit and sip of life’s wine
Then turn down our glass for those lost in time
On a chain made of Gold, in this life without end
I would thread all the stars until finally.... when
The heavens are empty and devoid of all light
I’d pinch your damned mat, and sneak off in the night.

[Squatchit]

There's nothing to forgive dear chap
As beauty unfolds, I can only clap
And cheer you on to your next dance
In Oz, or England, or even France!
Golly gumdrops; that rhyme was pants



I think your ode was for the llama
She's gone now, got sick of the drama
I was Looby, remember, the cat?
Twas llama that used to sleep on the mat