Ponder
Though we ponder The paths we’ve known To where they’ll lead We’ve not been shown Still, we trust Through our clouded vision That we’ll see clearly In the end Still, we ponder From now ‘til then
Tag: life
Gift of Life
Don’t you think it would be nice If life could be: Wrapped up, Made pretty, Topped-off with a fancy bow? Though that probably won’t happen In your life or mine Life is still the greatest gift Any of us will ever find To unwrap To tear through To savor The gift of life Inside
Those Starry Nights
When beyond today Becomes frosted glass When tomorrow comes And comes to pass Those starry nights The same will be A place to dream A dream to see
Swing
We used to swing as children From branches young as us Telling stories Whispering secrets Breathing wishes Into the future But would we ever catch them there? Swinging from branches Aged and weathered Carrying the weight of life Our stories Our secrets Our wishes Those we’re still chasing Those forever lost to us
I Never Knew
I never knew The path I’d take If I’d be pushed or pulled If I’d bend or break I never knew Life would be so hard So magnificent So bruised and scarred I never knew The sadness I’d see The love I’d have How good life could be I never knew What would make… Read More I Never Knew
Hints
Nothing ever Stays the same The birds The people The lay of the land They fly They age They grow wild and free Leaving only Hints Of what used to Be
Wake Up
Wake up From a dream Or keep on dreaming Keep on scheming About a place so good You can’t help but stay A little longer Like you belong there As the real world Dives deeper Into nightmares And creatures So real that they wish They could just Wake up
Glimpse
When day goes black Eyes look to the sky To dream and wonder About where and why To remember how small Problems can be When into the vastness Our gaze lets us see Just far enough A glimpse at best To keep us guessing About all the rest
Fabric of Time
It started to unravel All on its own But wasn’t noticed Until a hole had shown Broken threads Tattered and torn A once perfect design Faded and worn Edges jagged Where seams used to be What once was complete Is no more to see The fabric of time Now a threadbare sheet
Bike and Bumblebee
On a back-country road He caught up to me Was it my yellow shirt He flew close to see Maybe he suspected I was one of his own Another bumblebee On my way home Me, on my bike And he on his wings Discovered together What the journey would bring In tandem, we traveled By… Read More Bike and Bumblebee
