Woke up to a cold Autumn morning; The sunrise was hours away. Sleep wanted me to stay in bed, Thoughts of the moment denied its desire. A routine that was unchanged For so many decades. Ideas to remove the insanity; Destiny is the antagonist toward my best laid plans. Continue reading Regardless
Late into the night, we waited for things to transpire. A moment to restore our faith. Sleep brought about temptation. Holding on to the hope of light, in complete darkness. This morning, the sunrise was absent of sunlight. The sky is dull and gray. “Joy comes in the morning,” words spoken by the optimist. We cannot see tomorrow, but we can see the change. Continue reading Transpire
Listening to the tides; Beneath the clear night sky as the fire dies. Dissipating imaginations rise but something stokes the flames and the fire burns hot again. Continue reading Campfire
We despise the sunset; the night taunts our sanity. Twilight beckons our slumber; we are not ready to sleep. We seek the sunrise; the day pretends to matter. Gusting winds hide our voices; pouring rain drowns our presence. Time spent walking, on the wrong side of the road. Meaning is a pot of gold at the end of the mythical rainbow. Continue reading Pot of Gold
