Unshed tears
Tears inevitably come.
They will fall.
If you must cry, let your tears flow freely without restraint.
No holding back.
The Night
The night has ears that smile.
Soft, caring and attentive.
It cradles secrets.
The night is a river snaking through dreams,
resurrecting memories and giving life to desires.
One Wish
If I had one wish
It would be to sit one last time by the sea feasting over dinner
to finish the laughter you ignited within me;
and to hear again those stories you penned so beautifully with your eyes.
Becoming a poet
I wish I were a poet,
with superpowers to persuade moods,
cajole words and bend them to my will.
I would massage and juxtapose them,
and infuse them with special meanings.
Hindsight
Hindsight pretends to have perfect vision,
but don’t be fooled.
It can only recognise the past.
It professes to have knowledge and sound judgement,
but it lacks foresight.
Don’t let it question your aged decisions.
They were made with the insight of inexperience.
The climb
I waited…
to relax in the shadow of your smile, but we were never there.
At the bottom of the hill, commingling with time,
gathering flowers and planting seeds.
Broken
He holds his fears close to his chest like treasures, almost.
And prays.
He believes if he pretends long enough, time will eventually devour them.
Conversation
Love can sometimes die a slow death
when conversations cease.
But love is not impetuous.
Like Hansel and Gretel, it leaves subtle clues hidden in plain sight.
Dream dreams
Dream big.
Dreams are silent windows to your soul.
They reveal subtle, unconscious thoughts.
They can fuel ambitions or power your heart.
Hold fast to your dreams, each is worthy of protection.
And if you must disclose them,
Dying embers
Oh silence!
Hello, my dear old friend!
It has been too long.
You and I, alone and apart, together;
scuffling over permanent obscure questions,
Wisdom of fools
Mishandled promises.
Precious moments unused, squandered.
Broken homes, brimming with emaciated dreams,
While time grows prosperous and fat on the bones of shattered faith.
Dawn of love
With fondness, my eyes remember…
as if it were yesterday…
waking at the crack of dawn,
walking in the dew with my thoughts,
Closing doors
Time flies…
but not everything changes automatically.
Some things saunter,
some slip away, widowed by closing doors.
Others resist change by extending promising options.
Some grasp at straws,
Bits of us
As Auld Lang Syne faded into silence,
and the fireworks dimmed,
spontaneous cheers quietly turned to memories
and a new dawn bid farewell to the old.
Home for the Holidays
I keep wanting
to reacquaint my senses
with the comfortable sights, sounds, and flavours of Christmas;
to feel the scintillating scents brush against my skin
and to hear the crackling melodies of carols fill the air.
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Span of life
Birds glide through the skies daily.
Not a scintilla of worry about tomorrow.
They refuse to plant seeds and tend crops,
but they are always fed.
Slowing down
I am finally trying to slow down
to take in life slowly and enjoy it completely;
to take my time to listen to the dance of life as it races against time,
remembering, we only have today.
Beautiful day
If the soft duvet of your touch
covers and comforts me throughout the night,
tomorrow, too,
will be a beautiful day.
The path not taken
Even if you stop,
tripped up by feelings of resentment, regret, or curiosity
and cast your eyes in the rearview mirrors of time;
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