The Fading Path Back Home

If wishes could our dreams make true,
I’d walk the fading path back home
And see the very best of you
Beside a sunset polychrome

But years come in, and like the tide
They bear away our wishes late,
To leave an emptiness inside
That is our burden and our fate

For much that was, no longer is,
And much we feared has come to be;
Until the day that just to wish
Becomes a part of history —

But that day is not here, just yet.
The waves are restless, topped with foam,
And I will not forsake, forget
The love that lights
The fading path
Back home

Remedial Living

We will always be just what we are.

A profound thought occurred to me,
Although it’s a tautology,
And that’s that we will always be
Just what we are: humanity —

The arguments that we’re drawn in
Of sex or sect, of class or skin
Are such that we can never win
And really, what they’ve always been:

Excuses. With our eyes turned out,
We void humility and doubt
That late, could help us turn about
And start a loving plant to sprout —

Because we’re human, we can be
So many things, but we are free
To stretch our moral paucity
With faith and hope and charity

Perceive, remember, and descry…

Perceive, remember, and descry
The truth among the many weeds
That hide away from softer eye
To where the heart’s true river leads –
For love’s a day,
A year, a land,
And hope is ever
Near at hand.

Observer, discover, and inspect
The reasons why the night still aches:
And in the quiet times, reflect,
That love may bend, but never breaks –
For where we be
The echoes fall,
And hope is ever
Standing with
Us all

The Moon Came Down to Comfort Her —

The moon came down to comfort her,
To stroke her hair and make her tea —
The stars lined up to sing a song
And free her from her misery

The sunset left it’s curtains up
To shield her from her fading fears:
The moon came down to comfort her,
And wipe away her tears.

She read a book when just a girl
About a man up in the moon;
She looked up for him every night,
But with the years, became immune

To humanizing inert things.
But then life came unraveled:
Across a thousand heartaches, she
Had lately, sorely traveled —

A summer of insanity,
Of words and actions questioned:
Despair was closing in, until
The feeling somehow lessened —

The moon came down to comfort her,
To stroke her hair and make her tea —
The stars lined up to sing a song
And free her from her misery

The sunset left it’s curtains up
To shade her from her fading fears:
The moon came down to comfort her,
And wipe away
Her tears


Picture credit : © Songdech Moonta | Dreamstime.com – Dead Tree At Sunset

a winter window

her heart looks through the winter window

wondering, and wandering

in futures yet-to-come or ever be —

the lights are coming down, and she’s

meandering and maundering

out in the cold of irreality

 

her heart is like a broken arrow

still it tries, each waking day, to fly —

and even though

the way be frozen,

she still hears her heart’s soft

lullaby

 


Picture credit : ID 82228349 Tatsiana Hraiko | Dreamstime.com

{ … lines … }

when the lines are angled in,
don’t pretend you’re lonely;
when the pattern’s closing in,
don’t put on you’re sad —-

light does as it always does,
friendship is, where effort was,
though the lines be sharpened in,
much is to be had

if we see that image is
little more than lies;
when we see the way is ours,
then, to our surprise,

we can read between the lines
past our fear, and doubt —-
for the lines that angle in
also angle
out

The Day You Know

The day you finally, really know,
The world comes into focus clear:
It may be chilled by wind and snow,
But all the warmest times seems near —

For though the heart be bruised and sore,
And we feel far away from shore,
The pull will come, the hope, the yearn,
As tide comes back, with love’s return.