You touch my face
You touch my hands
You don.t get to know me
I don’t get to know you
Our language is touch
Our language is your smile
You touch my face
You touch my hands
You don.t get to know me
I don’t get to know you
Our language is touch
Our language is your smile
time and again a pattern of belief is tested
After a long day at work filled with frustrating meetings, appointments being cancelled or the person turning up late i finally arrive home after 9pm. I reach for the key in my bag, as I do I see for the first time a package wrapped in expensive gold coloured paper on top of which was laid a fresh red rose. Searching for a card I find none, spooky or mysterious I question. I bring the box inside, laying it on the hall table. Entering the kitchen my stomach begins to complain. Lunch had been worked through. After fixing a sandwich and small salad I took the meal into the sitting room with a much needed glass of wine. Curling up on the couch I sip the wine and eat watching some nonsense tv. When I wake it is 1am. I wash the plate and glass in the kitchen. I switch on the kettle for a cup of herbal tea before bed. Sitting at the table sipping the herbal tea I suddenly remember the parcel. Leaving the table I retrieve the package from the hall. placing the parcel on the kitchen worktop and the rose in a small vase I begin unwrapping the medium sized box. Finally removing the last bit of wrapping I find a smaller box inside, this has to be some joke I think. After opening the small box I find a leather bound book of love poems with no inscription or clue who the sender is.
If good thoughts make a happy person
What do bad thoughts do
Most people have a mix of good and bad
Thoughts
I believe we do not have to act on our every
Thought
How blissful to have only good thoughts
How happy we might be each day
Mindfulness suggests we keep positive
Push negativity aside
This takes practise
Good thoughts make a happy person
This state is worth achieving
Buried or cremated
A decision we all eventually make
The traditional coffin
Or the environment friendly one
is another question
Not sure a glass coffin is the way to go
What if it smashed
I think like that
we humans are more used to viewing
the remains then the coffin is closed
Seeing the remains lowered into the grave
is hard enough but to view the corpse being
Lowered into the ground through a glass coffin
Would not be for me
Everyday I hear of things never heard of before
My despair at the way this world is changing
Deepens
We kids crowd into
A neighbours garden
Word has spread
Their son has acquired a frog
I stand gazing at the frog
Marvelling at this first encounter
The frog gazes back
questions buzz
he touches my cheek in
the concert venue

Your photo in a frame
On my lips your name
cannot take the place
Of meeting you face to face