The Light...

There is only one light you look for,

With one glance,

Memorized in the quantum leap of animosity,

There is no need for mind swiped curiosity,

Luminosity of each lights shine through the cloudy desire of the subconscious,

The hook, line and sinker of desperate times,

The plain undergrowth of natural impulses allows movements sureness,

Drifting…..

To that one place,

Capsized by realities true anguish,

Captured by grateful essence of lies…

A Rose Wilts…

A rose wilts,

As an hour glass time slowly slips away,

Like the minutes that rapidly fade into memories,

A tear drops, as a pool of rain follows…

Like a moment lost…

Even though they flood back through the images replaced in your head,

A golden sun hangs beyond the dark translucent clouds,

A deluge of tears fall and disappear,

As though no emotion can show,

Determine to escape emotional turbulence,

Poise ambushed by light of integrity…

A rose wilts,

As an hour glass time slowly slips away,

Like the minutes that rapidly fade into memories,

Only this time the petals have dried up,

Like the face that once was smiling,

Now faded away,

Like the essence of reality…

Like the moment you open your eyes those memories created, exit….

Living too much in the past, brings happiness like that of a blooming flower which has caught enough sunlight to be a life, a soul and a feeling,

Each friend is like a petal their slowly floating away,

I am the stem with less than a little water left….

As this rose wilts…..

Swing...

This motion attracts me back and forward,

My Childhood home,

I can escape above the clouds;

In doubt -

Or simply sway side to side;

Daydreaming...

The time was, of the essence...

The wooden chimes,

Embrace each other in the distance,

Flowing with the winds;

Soft, but subtle presence...

Relaxation...

Meditation...

Imagination...

The change in emotion,

From loneliness to happiness,

The moment is still here,

It has not vanished into existence,

Even when not seen or heard,

It still beats;

With excitement...

All seasons pass...

As the aging time commences, ,

I am still young,

Though you cannot see me;

My swing is alone,

Yet again,

The balance has kept it alive...

Engraved with the name that stays always...