home for nature’s closest friends.
Noticing up close, inside lights
reflecting their images to my sight.
Keeping track of the lights while
looking outside, creates a tree filled
with lights, an interesting sight,
a novel idea to write about.
home for nature’s closest friends.
Noticing up close, inside lights
reflecting their images to my sight.
Keeping track of the lights while
looking outside, creates a tree filled
with lights, an interesting sight,
a novel idea to write about.
manage to function and gain control overourselves and our emotions.
onto the ground.Slowly crawling to a desert home in my mind.
Quality of life has been deteriorating more rapidly as I get older.
Laboring tensely for freedom, acknowledgingprecious little of reality through the densedarkness of yesterday.Blinding visions from peering into acquiescentinfrastructures of wisdom and it’s focus.
Prayerful, hoping against all hope,yet knowing the end is near.Wanting to go back in time and recreate the steps that haveled to this moment, my mind knowing it cannot be done.Where has the past gone?It seems to have taken only a moment to disappear in ahazy mist – a fog.What has become of the child…