Like the silence, that captivates us
when the sun goes down in myriad colours
like that breath of contemplation
after the hard work is done
like a whisper from a mother’s voice
that ‘I love you’ when you are tuck in at night

like that but not at all

like the between awake and asleep in a snug bed
like a little tranquillity in an aromatic bath
like the small memories that bring
a smile to the heart

like that but not at all

like that

some things can be gone if not appreciated
some things can be missed if not treasured
sometimes we catch the wind
but when we put it in a jar
we find it is not there

not like that but like that

(c) 2016 Allen Simpson

Photography – Theo Breedt
Photo Design – Allen Wolfie Simpson