Heather Burns Poems

I write about

Fairy tales
golden rings
...

Looking in
the
distance,
as far
...

Today I found an album,
Covered with the long ago

tied with pretty ribbons,
of the past, someone
...

Some
say the past
is over and
through
...

I'm not a poet just a pen
an instrument being used

to scribe the thoughts of
...

The school of life
a learning experience

lessons are taught each day
...

Crystals are the children
of tomorrow
possessing the wisdom
of the ages
...

Surrounded by yesterdays
aftermath
heavenly aromas lingered
together we penetrated
...

Softly plays

music so sweet
...

Seek a silent place
regulating your breathing
let the mind relax.
...