Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Blind Faith

Reap what you sow, and then turn away

Life is not by design, it's designed by fate.

At the vanishing point is where the present will stop

What lies beyond that, I know not. 

Sunday, February 10, 2013

The Road

Asphalt highways, and concrete roads
The on ramps of life, the exits of old.
Some journeys begin, some journeys wane
Fleeting paths, never crossed again.

On through the night, and into the dark
Miles to go, take it out of park.
The search goes on, for what’s never found
The past in the mirror, I can’t turn around.

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Sunsets Of Innocence

Somewhere in time, it all seemed so clear.  The world was much smaller then.  The trials and tribulations of maturity had yet to begin. 

In the days of my youth, as the summer day began its evening surrender I would often look to the west before the gloaming.

The sky seemed so vivid then, purples and oranges ablaze as the sun left us to light up the other side of the world.  Contrails fading from sight as birds chirped their farewell calls.  Streetlights and porch lights pressed into their nightly service.  Dirty hands and knees headed for home to the aromas of various family dinners on the tables waiting for all to gather.

I recall at that age telling myself to never forget these images, to tuck them away in the back of my mind.  In those brief moments many summers past nothing else mattered. 

Sunsets of innocence, till I see you again.    

Monday, February 4, 2013

Seasons

Kindling sun, burning flame
Moonlight shallow, given to blame
Oceans of blue, seas of green
Future and past, caught in between

Crackling leaves, blizzard of change
Fields in bloom, birthing again
Rainbow aloft, cannot possibly last
Caught in between, future and past.