Some people say that where they are Is where they’re meant to be; For years, I never understood – Those comments puzzled me Sometimes, you’re down and desperate, As I was, long ago: I saw no reason at the time Why it needs must be so For almost thirty years ago I tried to end … Continue reading "Nightscape"
Rebecca always hated me I know, because she said: And if I passing, spoke to her I might as well be dead For all the interest she would show. But I would always try: And she might glance up from her book Or not, as I went by. But then, one day, she spoke to … Continue reading "Rebecca"
good and bad always coexist in this life to separate them is to tear life out of context we humans inhale gray but scream black and white
IT DOESN'T matter who you are: How big, how small, how rich, how poor -- It only matters that you are, That is enough. You don't need more For what you feel to signify: The empty, and the full -- It doesn't matter who you are, You're Irreplaceable
The things we value in ourselves Will slip away as time goes on; Each vanity, each bit of pride Is tied up in some thing soon gone. For we are temporary parts Within a play that goes on still, Just moving limbs and beating hearts Within a larger sort of will That is a strange … Continue reading "A Strange Reflection"
tell me: why does love go hiding? it's capricious as the wind: many times we chase it's sweetness just to end up lone, chagrined -- love like grapevines in the vineyard grows in time and unknown ways: hides it face but for a season coming forth in brighter days.
a saturday choice wandering to a nearby town just the two of us no purpose but to be and see strange happenings found nowhere just life and just us
In some new world exploring, We'll venture off, and see If there's a home for us, within This vast eternity But this I ask you only: Whatever comes our way -- Just love me like you mean to love me Every Single Day
We long to show our children A better life ahead, And so we tell them fairy tales Before they go to bed But just like shadows on the wall Get hidden by the night, We sometimes lose the picture when We cannot find the light But we cannot despair for long: The stars again unfurl, … Continue reading "A Parent’s Yearning"