Soft and slow

I will go

to shores

on the moors

walk on the grass

float in the yonder

sit and ponder

on where to go next

no goals to fetch

a lazy stretch

on the bench

heart in a clench

life in a clinch

nothing to worry

no stupid hurry

troubles buried

I only have to scurry

to catch some forty winks

before fate has a rethink

and pushes me back from the brink

of my journey beyond

taking it slow and soft

making time to dream on

I make Time sway

today is my day......