Halcyon Days

I don’t want to rush.

I don’t want to push someone away in the pursuit of my goal.

I won’t scamper, scurry or hurry.

I want time to be as slow and thick as blueberry slush.

I want to linger by the flowers and fantasize about my love.

I want to warble a song in the manner of them birds.

I want to lie by a pond and look at the clear, beautiful ripples.

I want to dance and sway like flowing music replaces plain, cold words.

I need to slow down.

To smell the warmth and love of Mum’s freshly baked bread

I want to rush about, through the dew-filled grass and over the emerald hills.

In nothing but my pajamas, all cheerfully made up in white and red.

Sometimes, life isn’t about a race.

Let alone a rat-race for that matter.

Who wants to be perpetually breathless and drowning in sweat?

Between the jumpy and the chilled, isn’t the most content the latter?

Life’s a journey, where you do what you love most.

You need a holiday every once in a while.

Circle the world, go crazy and colorful or simply take a stroll.

Because, believe it or not, life can be a bed of roses if you just stop for a sniff and smile.