She spent a while up there looking further than she dared and time jumped out at her as if
to send her tumbling back into the depths from whence she’d come but she then became
aligned with the aid of certainty that time is just and always is an illusion of the mind.

Armed now with love and an illusion of the mind she turned and left the star behind for who
can carry stars around with those sharp and prickly ends digging into reality and reminding
every day that she one day reached the peak and couldn’t stay there all alone with only
what she knew.

Down, down, down, and she came at last to level ground hard and most un-welcoming to
one who’d found the love up there where she wasn’t meant to go.  She feels the pain of
every step but discards it on the run for she is running, running, to speed up the beat of
her long held memory so one day it will simply fall and not rise up again.

Memory’s like that thing we have but most times do not need for the good we knew can’t
take the place of what has come on after but it can sit in tandem with the circles of a
mind that turn around and interlock the past with the present to make one believe that
what’s gone before will come again.

It’s always there, you see, within time’s illusive mind that hovers over life’s amazing
tapestry weaved with the all of you, the all of her and the all of those we cannot see.  Do
we wait or do we climb into that amazing mind and drift along to all we’re yet to be?

Maybe yes and maybe no for to tell the truth she’s here today simply as a “me” and who
she’ll be tomorrow or who she was back then is something that will jump out when she’s
not thinking that it will!

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and knows there is a place where people play amongst the hay and exchange the straw

as if it’s love and all.

But of straw it rolls into a ball bound to not be free and the same of love within a dream

that, of course, is not set free to o’er lay this artful land with how we’re meant to be.

There are roller coasters, round-abouts, slides and climbing things magnetized to pull us in

and keep us from the goal and so sighs a woman on the side for such is life that adds the

swings to make us think we’re dizzy with success.

Of course there is a moment when playgrounds close the gates and bar the one who would

play as if life can never end but it’s really just a lifetime that finishes the race with no

medal of eternal grace.

So Simple Simon thinks one day he’ll come again and play but, lo behold, no playground

stays the same as it once was for returning steps can’t make amends for what was left

undone.

He ponders like a wise old man but finally he simply dies to all the love inside for to know

it’s there is like he must rise and take the lead in the metal shop of medals to gain a slight

advantage is the rush and crush of heaven.

Simple Simon, dear, dear, dear, you can’t say you didn’t know love is the way to go

for you can see the “challenged” in every walk of life giving out and getting in

the benefits of love.

Ah, but I know to look is not to see so Simple Simon, dear, dear, dear,

please wake no more to dreams before you’ve learnt to see!

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