9-11-19
Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,
Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…
Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal
I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
If we could embrace our sorrow and surf on our tears, surely our hearts would grow wider to hold the years
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light
The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.