you come to things
walking paths you used to know
looking around
I found
no secrets in the shadows
so far, far away
now
you come to things
renewed
in your mind
lurking behind
their eyes
that can not hide
looking back at you
a face you remember
now different, somehow
reflective
lost in yesterday’s fears
that once upon a time place
Pika At Westminster Ponds
so, you come to things
ways of looking at
myself
anew
from deep inside
where the monsters used to hide
and stare them down
so you come to things
simple things
hold you in their sway
on enchanted forest paths
of blazing reds
and golden dawns
reflecting in his lake
as I remember his grey
today
by PaulaB 