week 672 ~ a time to think about

a time to think about
how the world spins today
a time to blot dreams out

a time to cry to shout
hard to refrain they say
a time to think about

this mess but my hideout
beckons don’t go that way
a time to blot dreams out

easier to hide from doubt
when the future’s in play
a time to think about

nothing a news blackout
would work hold facts at bay
a time to blot dreams out

I am too small to rout
disaster push away
a time to think about
a time to blot dreams out

week 509 ~ happiness has put itself in mothballs

happiness has put itself in mothballs
packed itself away pulled the covers up
over its head ignoring anxious calls
to reemerge shut down stuck in lockup
it sees no future place where it could bloom
dust dry fire ravaged cries of children
who are too sad to believe there’s still room
for it as the future unfolds not when
not if not how every day it searches
hoping to find a place to plant a smile
sorrow flows on unsteady it lurches
ahead invisible forgotten while
devious minds plot a future no one
wants life by money and power undone

week 468 ~ I wish I truly felt that way

I wish I truly felt that way
it would be so much easier
to sleep at night to dream infer
peace from silence ignore decay
be hopeful keep the dark at bay
hold onto evening visualize
what never despite many tries
becomes in the end actual
though nothing’s inevitable
there’s sorrow when I close my eyes

week 422 ~ far flung dreams

far flung dreams
hang by a thread
it truly seems
far flung dreams
ripped at the seams
implode instead
far flung dreams
hang by a thread

week 420 ~ as I reflect on all that I can see

as I reflect on all that I can see
knowing there’s so much more invisible
now but poised waiting down the road for me
I toast the kindness of grace my cup full
of life’s bounty as it’s turned out to be
and I wouldn’t trade the incredible
sirens’ song that brought me here finally
to accept time’s gravitational pull
for love desire sorrow even pain
have gifts to share treasures that still remain
as my heart ever vigilant dreams on
tracing the faint line evidently drawn
by music long ago and far away
its mystery anticipating this day

week 385 ~ when the light goes out of the sky

when the light goes out of the sky
evening a rain storm something of
sorrow loss perhaps thoughts of love
you pause mid-gesture wonder why
you feel a shadow passing by
your soul leaving an unexplained
chill that lingers nothing is gained
without cost nothing of value
disappears without pain still you
proceed stability maintained

week 381 ~ when time has run out for one more chapter

when time has run out for one more chapter
a final tune another slash of paint
across life’s canvas when we can’t defer
obligations or wishes with a faint
hope that there will always be tomorrow
what then how will it feel to reach the end
and slipping past human grasp or sorrow
enter a place unknown where we can’t bend
events to our will or count on love to
keep us safe or offer up forgiveness
for the times we stopped believing in who
we knew we could have been will someone bless
our memory then despite all we’ve done wrong
and smiling recollect our once brave song

week 359 ~ evening breezes

evening breezes
soothe my sorrow
nothing pleases
evening breezes
longing freezes
‘til tomorrow
evening breezes
soothe my sorrow