Writing From My Head

Within my mind I drift, Images, memory and recollections Gods gift. As a child I was the daydreamer. Act, thought and action never once a schemer. A separate world existed in my head. The adventure and fantasy which I indulgently fed, At first came wild, scary stories where I was the hero in all my glory. Then came poems and bit biography unhappy yet laughing at what I could see. In latter times life will begin to unwind, Nature's gift and bounty drew me in while the world faded dark and dim. The lines began to flow recording everything I know. Free verse and narrative writes waiting for rhyming to ignite Here lies many of the thoughts and words revealing what I saw and heard. A muse may speak imparting life and what may teach let the lessons be fluid and flow before it ends and I must finally go.