Looking In Time

A creativity I could not express,When things, it feels, are in a mess.Days roll by and time doth pass.1 becomes 3 before I ask, is this for me?Happy to be free.  Happy to see. Happy to be me.A contrast life, one plane hop later.Sunning myself with no thought of tomorrow.Lucky to see colours turn to blue and green.Lucky to be part of the travelling scene.A craving burns in my heart,To see those who know me from the start.Beautiful people through and through.I wish I took this journey with you.No regrets when every day is a gift.From piles of jewels and silks I find my thrift.England is on my mind.No longer can my thoughts unwind.Where is my path?I can always laugh, for ideas bloom at the funniest of times.When I see hills on landscape lines.