Dog days

We move
caught between movement of people
and then back again
to the quiet that lives here,
in this place,
where we know what is
and is not,
the faces becoming familiar
and then bags move between doors
and cars
and the quiet echo of empty rooms,
we wonder
and we walk there and smell the remnants
of those we know, wondering
where have they gone?
Sleep comes then,
no longer a need to protect
with the vim and vigor,
we move back into what we know,
the comings and goings-
our everyday people in and out with regulartity,
treats given in abundance
for they know we are suddenly lacking
the newest charges departed,
the faces we remember
our job on the back-burner,
we grow weary and sleep
as you lay by our side
back into the comfort
familiarity suits when needed.
Reminders of endings
as they watch us lovingly,
we are growing older
and you are not aware,
we watch as you grow older too,
napping and turning a bit grey
though you gaze and see still the bits of youth,
we are content in our beings,
moving through the rooms searching for friends
who left their scent in the remnants,
as you have left your mark,
we sleep on content
knowing
this is where the tides sent us to be,
floating on the bliss,
contently wrapped in the fabric
of the lives of of us.

Our friends from back in New York left today, the dogs a bit off-kilter not needing to “protect” the newest members of the pack, I found this pic on the web and this looks so like our girl Chi. Apple is tired, slowing down some days it seems, and I chronicle the lives for they are woven into the fabric that is me, pet owners will understand the inner workings of the mind of a dog owner…or perhaps cat lover too. Some days it makes me sad, getting older, life moving on, but life none the less….some day I too shall be amongst the glimmering stars, but till then, you will hear my words, and I hope, hug your loved ones and know how truly you and I are blessed. and because I know he is watching, hugs from Apple and Chi to Dad….i think your birthday is coming soon…ha! Watch your mail sir! woof!

Stormy Weather Yesterdays

“Rain, your rhythm on my window pane
Drives me insane because I can’t face the music
Without singing the blues”

The lady, she sings softly in the corner
sharing the tears of her heartbroken world
stained in the blues of insecurity
broken shell crumbling to the ground.
Stormy weather movin’ in
to the beat of a yesterday song
and it don’t matter ‘ cause we all know the tune
when the skies turn dark
and the soul finds the gloom
of another rainy day fallin’
when happiness won’t come callin’
what’s a lady to do.
A voice of ages with the jazzy beat
yesterdays child lost in defeat
of the demons calling
and the empty street,
solitary sound of losing the game
no time left to begin again
when there is no shelter for a broken heart
and no ones waitin’ at the end of the day
her ghostly spirit drifts away
and nothing remains but a memory
calling me to sigh
wash that darkness through
to gather the light to see the way
past stormy weather
again today.

Thoughts listening to Billie…..singing the blues….no fears folks….I’m havin’ a good day. Just words that fell out of the mind inspired.

Void

Walking through the world of words
Step by step
Carrying the weight of the sorrow
The angst of a phrase
The tears of a dying soul,
I see the distance
The end of this path
And see this wide emptiness
A void where something was
And now it is not.
Like calling and calling in the darkness
To hear the reply
Of nothing at all,
Just feel the sky crying yet again
And know they are your tears
Falling from the grey skies
Into the void
The empty atmosphere
Unheard by many
Yet caught in my hands
Like a parched soul happy
To have just a bit more
To sustain
To go on
To fill the void
Of lonely hearts and sending
A prayer and a song
To hear
To know
To see the sun rise again
To shine on you once more.