Whenever I am with you,
the world remains still.
No wonder my heart worships
your every movement,
your every breath.
For you are like the light,
seen dancing with dawn;
your arrival is what gives
life its truest meaning.
For in your light, I find that
everything has a place.
Even shadows linger, to promise
more than emptiness –
if our hearts so desire.
touched by the seasons
like a river, my heart can
overflow with tears
It is deemed wasteful to try to grasp
what we know can’t be reached
and yet it would be a shame not to try.
For what we encounter on a journey
can often be more fruitful than
what is found on reaching the end.
even in the light
of day reality gives
birth to countless myths
I feel abandoned
by a future racing to
seeing the bright moon
my thoughts linger awhile
watching dreams take shape
Before me, I see leaves in the wind
brought low by growing ambitions.
Once they clung to extended branches
that drew my gaze towards heaven;
where days were long and bright
and nights were filled with endless stars.
But in their search for clarity that a
supporting trunk proclaimed existed
the leaves dared to race against time,
only to be scarred by the seasons.
Now rooted in dreams no more,
like tattered laurels, the leaves are cast
aside by wild and unkind winds.
Though fate did play a merry tune once
but untethered to supporting limbs
the passing wind did change their vantage.
Just as all must shrivel and die
so too must leaves when left un-nurtured.