A witch's cauldron,
silent for long
Until she decided
a storm

A dash of emotion here
a pinch of circumstances
in between
Add it all in one go
and stir it
round and round

In a whirl
I'm moving,
A rollercoaster
Of heady fun
and the intense
Of flying in abandon
and yet
belong
like never before

Belong,
To those eyes
when they speak
Of the self
And of the time
Of us
And of the place.


Bits from the past...