Lack of words....

My words elude me. Daily. I sit to write or type and they're missing. I dream them, watch them, hear them as I walk, drive, mow the lawn, paint, make lunches, give baths and then, POOF, gone.  They seem brilliant at the time, almost not me. Definitely not me.  I go to place them on paper and I've lost them, forever.  Elusive ideas and thoughts, brilliantly meant for only me! Dammit!  You would have really liked some of them!

My shoes...

My shoes are dirty
Though spirited and strong
So far from home
not yet defeated.

They continue the path
and eventually wander off
looking for something anew
amongst the tree's or even the roadside.
Something magical 
to bring back home.
Yet, there is an endless expanse awaiting.

My shoes, no one knows
a place for only me
you can try them
but you won't feel or see as me.

They take me through my life
my journey through time
looking for adventure
sometimes, rough terrain.
Meeting new people
or recconnecting with old friends
they never tire of smiling faces.

 My shoes are worn
They're tired and torn
So far from home
and nowhere near done.

They have seen some miles...
on paths of the countryside
on sidewalks of the cities
in puddles on rainy days
in the mud of flower gardens
in newly fallen snow
in piles of crunchy fall leaves
They still have great lengths to go.

My shoes won't stop
a new path they'll find
until my limbs won't go
and my heart says, enough.

They will blaze trails
into rising & setting suns
to greater lengths
than my mind thought possible
until they land back home
when my journey is done.