What If?

What if you could fly and you didn’t know?

What if all you had to do was let go?

Gliding with no effort over the trees

With no boundaries you’d be totally free

What if you could fly in absolute stealth?

You couldn’t be seen by anyone else

You could dip in and check on those you love

And stay a bit then ascend back above

What if you were able to travel time?

See what’s ahead and back along your line

Would you feel the urge to make any change?

Or could you accept what was your pathway?

Maybe flying is a stage of the mind

Letting go of logic, floating through time

What if our imagination and dreams

Are what’s real while life is just a smoke screen?

                                                Myjo

Photograph

Viewing the photo doesn’t bring me pain

Just a place I’ll never visit again

I held on tight to everything I see

It slowly and steadily poisoned me

I was allowed to take one last snapshot

Then I packed it all up and threw it out

I’m grateful for the memories of all this

Because now I appreciate my bliss

Soon after this picture had been taken

My happy new life was in the making

I got blank pages and a new pen

And began writing my story again

Now letting the visions come as they please

Penning the story intended for me

This photo is all I have left of that

As I look ahead and never turn back

                                  Myjo