Solitude of Time- a poem

Photos by Bestie, Debbie

FOR as a child, I used to dream of

Flying like a bird.

High above the treetops, where

The winds could still be heard.

ABOVE the glitter of the world

Like a kaleidoscope.

Gliding round in circles as

It fills your mind with hope.

FOR in the solitude of time

Is when I hear the best.

When thoughts and words will intertwine,

And when I feel most blessed.

Retm