Days

Days

There are days that spin and don’t feel real
Bouncing through life on an uneven keel.
Days that dance raw and true
Spring and summer burning blue,
Other days – dim like dreams
Each depicting different scenes.
Memorable days that you want back,
Longing for the space we lack.
Days in diaries – page by page,
Ravished by writing in a rage.
Refreshing days when I feel new,
Feeling inspired with hope that grew.
Celebration days with kith and kin,
Emotions charged when we will win.
Olden days that have gone before,
Told by people here no more.
Snakelike days that slip by too fast,
Wanting time to make them last.
Horror days when time stood still,
Wishing the future would come and kill.
But days above all the rest,
Is time with you – my days are blessed


Chrissie Nash 2011