Dreamy mind and soul

I meant not to be pretty

Just a little hasty

Fleeting from flower to flower

Sniffing for that familiar fragrance;

One that hits the right note

One that the soul seeks.

I dream often

And often I dream,

Of funny things and

Cones of Ice cream,

Or that rainbow across the sky

And the bird flying by;

Hopes and desires

Writ in large bold letters.

Sometimes it makes no sense

And then I let it be.

Fragments of thoughts and 

The infinities within it,

Color up that canvas

Of my dreamy mind and soul.

Sunset, hopes and sadness

Sunsets are hope for

Another day of sunrise in the fields,

For the birds to go back to their nests,

For seekers to find their destination,

For lovers to spend a night together.

Why is it then sunset also brings in 

Some sadness.

Sad for another day gone by,

Sad for not doing things as planned,

Sad for not saying things harboured in the heart,

Sad for it brings another day closer to existence.