A pocketful of stones

Walking through the week

as if in a long lost dream

Words and music falling

around my ears

and piercing into my veins

where the love always flows.

Looking at the picture above

longing to fly

but cannot as I have a pocketful of stones.

Even in the those achingly tired moments

there are moments of sweet pea beauty

and dreams of tumbling stars

the ones that fall from Heaven

right into your lap.

Knowing that life will always be like the sea

with

tides and depths

but pearls too.

Learn to listen

Look deep into the incoming week

Dream of holding the world in your hand

Empty your pockets from stones

and dream always,

 of faraway places

using eyes

that 

have 

forgotten

how

to 

see