This motion attracts me back and forward,
My Childhood home,
I can escape above the clouds;
In doubt -
Or simply sway side to side;
Daydreaming...
The time was, of the essence...
The wooden chimes,
Embrace each other in the distance,
Flowing with the winds;
Soft, but subtle presence...
Relaxation...
Meditation...
Imagination...
The change in emotion,
From loneliness to happiness,
The moment is still here,
It has not vanished into existence,
Even when not seen or heard,
It still beats;
With excitement...
All seasons pass...
As the aging time commences, ,
I am still young,
Though you cannot see me;
My swing is alone,
Yet again,
The balance has kept it alive...
Engraved with the name that stays always...
