When I Think of You

When I think of you...I wonder how such awesome words from one’s sincere lips, can captivate so many, how you are able to make each individual feel so special. I wonder if I am in an illusion when your explicit cheer penetrates this old negative mind of mine, with the power, turn one’s eve of darkness into the dawn of enlightenment, when your comments of positivity come flooding into my P.C. Some days when in a pensive mood, I wonder if the giving of so much love, from you has a price to pay. ‘Does one retreat into one’s own minute world, a place where secrets are stored, emotions snared’ Or is it through your poetry, that which fulfils my daily habit of browsing ‘Poetry Soup’ hoping like hell you are there, to relieve the pressure of the day? When I think of you, many scenarios rush through my reflective mind, visions of you sat there, armed with emphatic emotions tapped on to the keyboard of poetry promise. I visualize also ‘Golden Girl’ So aptly named in a different role, that of a loving mother and wife, one of simplicity that delves in ‘Common Sense’ a down to earth no nonsense lady, with a sense of humour, one of homeliness passion and intelligence. But where ever my visions take me, whatever illusions dance around my head, one aspect I’m sure of: This sweet lady ‘Mandy Tams’ Is one lady I truly call a friend! © Harry J Horsman 2013