Retired attitudes of life lie crumpled in corners,
awaiting restatement of tomorrow’s fate.
Silently anticipating the re-issuance of natural wonder;
painstakingly quiet, alone on this deserted shore,
away from everyone, needing companionship.
How much longer can life’s horizon stand still without
any encouragement, as lights reflect the darkness of my soul.
Climbing onto planes, just to soar above earth without fears to deal with.Anchoring self with rhythms of the past, yearning for them only.Collapsing from exhaustion, tired beyond comprehension, yet untiringly keeping up and carrying on.Racing from one scene to another, sliding across vast acres of musical scores, undaunted by the presage of time.Allocating time to…
Traipsing along, forgiving everyone and every-thing in my pathway.
Misty-eyed – longing for more peaceful times of childhood.Singing praises for times of family happiness and close-knit ties.
Prayers and faith hiding somehow in backgrounds of hope, waiting to come forth and ease the pain with creative issues of rhetoric.
fall in and finalize all that was once ahuman being.
A collective array of poetical meanings set in sentences of definitions in everyday life.Missing nothing, seeing all things around me as they become subjects of my imagination on once blank pieces of paper.
