Now as Lost Days have passed me by, Eternity it stretches Forward.
I used to prefer the peace / Of the silent sweep / Barely cognizant of the passing of time
mechanically mesmerizing / to be A me you want see…
Dare we admit that time will ne’er be right?
‘Tis 2 AM; we’re far from ending night.
I’ve found my place; the place is peace, / Though tangled tempests tip the ship.
If seeking Something, e’re the hope will fail;
Instead, lie back, let Nothing fill your sail.
start. again. anew.
transformed again by some truth
inflatedand not even surewhere the air came from. nevertheless, i’ll breathe inand float while trying not to thinkabout all the … More
I know not where to look or stand…
I reach for footing; find just sand.
Let no one tell you how to live;It’s on that day you die a bit.Love is yours to take and … More
Perhaps if heaven hinges on Our Plan,
That paradise designed may need a tweak.
looking In or Out the Window becomes Looking
This is your hand, these are my hands, this is the world,
which is round but not flat and has more colors
than we can see.
Paint the scene now, before ship takes a dive.
I still don’t know where to start.
The clouds always part
When will I see the sea
for what it is
and what it will always be?
wisps of potential
the sun’s rays,
which was recently warm.
Snow falls and then melts