Into yesterday

“These are the seasons of emotion and like the winds they rise and fall This is the wonder of devotion – I see the torch we all must hold. This is the mystery of the quotient – Upon us all a little rain must fall.” Led Zeppelin

Journeys wind through the nature of seasons,
I call the woods my home from home,
To be amongst the silence
To gain perspective
Of the whole.
I sit among the wild flowers
They ask not their purpose
They just spring forth from dirt,
As we all come from particles
Into something.
We too carry forth on our path.
We rise up through hardship
Or a are blessed with a peaceful easy road.
Yet nothing will stop the feelings
From rising up
To clutter our way.
When did we forget to be like the flowers,
To just spend our moments gracing the path
Of the solitary traveler who walks on past?
When did we forget that we too shall have our season,
Our rain,
Our sunshine,
Our group of others,
Alike or not quite as much,
When did we forget
To dance with the wind?
Clouds move in and out of my heart,
Hard days blend and I find myself
Forgetful of the simplest things,
Distracted by the rain that falls,
Wipers moving back and forth
And songs of yesterday play on
And half way home,
A favorite song,
I don’t remember singing along.
Yet my voice startles my from
The simple daydream reverie.
The journey thus far,
Just a mirage of emotion,
Played out like a movie I remember
As a child,
To awake and find,
Credits rolling in the rear view mirror
Heading home
In the midnight hour
Rocking motion of the wheels
Soothing and so very quiet,
Highway lullabies,
Go to sleep my child,
Were almost there.

“Between the silence of the mountains
And the crashing of the sea
There lies a land I once lived in
And she’s waiting there for me
But in the Grey of the morning
My mind becomes confused
Between the dead and the sleeping
And the road that I must choose”
The Moody Blues

Hand made love

A child born

creation by hands of two

after the I do’s

held together with fragile threads

stitched through the winds of change and time.

Years pass in the blink of an eye

quickly like a hummingbirds wing

the moments flit by almost invisible

and recalled in sweet and sorrowful memories.

Half a century almost gone

and voices on lines quiver in a fear

of days to come

but they approach with or without our permission

and we stand helpless to stop the nature

of the progression of life.

Thoughts of strength sent across the universe,

a breath in and out filled with

trepidation and positiveness,

though both do not compliment each other

in an all or nothing thought,

the belief to know that good will come

manifested in thoughts

yet still wavering a bit.

A hundred flowers of beauty I see

stitched with the delicate thread

wound in and out like the lives we lead

as we struggle to know and believe

in outcomes that suspend

our lives a bit longer,

that seek to show

our love a bit stronger,

and a tear of joy shed

when they say it is all good

you may go home now.