ComeAnd rest.Shut your eyesFrom the anguishOf forgotten days,Once brilliant as the sun.Of slowly fading faces,Dim ghosts in the candlelit night.Undress and leave that heavy body.It was not meant to ride on angels' wings.
I run below a moonlit winter sky,The freezing wind is clean, fresh and new,Cold dark alive with midnight scent,And grass wet with silver dew.Muscles singing with thePromise of the kill,And night's glory.But my thoughts -Pure, raw,Red.
EarthJust aPale Blue DotIn the vast skyAnd on this small stageBlood is shed for gloryImagined self-importanceThe follies of human conceitsBut we must learn to share this planetIt's the only home we have ever known
This is based off of Carl Sagan's Reflections
It'sThursday,Just beforeDawn slips fleshyFingers of light throughSlits in grey mini blinds.Clock radio predicts direEconomic trends. I swallowTwo Excedrin and ponder how rawCoconut meat would taste in Tahiti.
Low clouds scudding across the horizon Winter’s cold front loosening its gripFormations of geese northward bound Crocus peeking through the snow Windows briefly opened Icicles melting Rushing waterBirds in song High sunSpring
The venerable man looks at his life.A life of adventure and passion,of fulfillment and happiness.And yet, as the end draws near,he cannot help but cryas suddenly herealizes that he is out of time
Patience pays off as you cross the threshold,my discovery is imminent.Hiding in anticipation,I cannot help but help you.Lending a guiding handas you blindly search,my voice cries out:Getting warm...Warmer......Hot.
Cry.Your tearstaste of saltand leave wet tracksstreaming down your face.Sometimes moms must say no.So, cry if you have to, butyour tears won't make me change my mind. I am completely unaffected.Except I want to hug you and cry too.
LeftAloneAbandonedAll by my selfWith no companionHow long 'till they return?A week? A month? A lifetime?In solitude I yearn for themMy tail wags in anticipationAt last! Familiar footsteps at the door
*Sigh*There isA point ofNo return whenPlunging into thewhirlpool of a problemCan seem the better optionThan once more procrastinatingIn a quagmire of mud, or drowningIn a sea of doubt and sheer ignorance.