We pray for peace but practice war
Not caring how this world was formed
This life we live so short and fierce
Is wasted when we fail to hear
And fight, accuse, incite, and pry
Today we lost a blessed soul
To fear, and doubt, and hatred all
The question now is will we learn
And stand as one in trials of life
We cannot allow this hate to stand
Each life is deemed as sacrosanct
It’s short and hard and full of trials
So let us love, in word and fact and deed
29062016
They say silence is golden
But I am dark and stealthy
Creeping up almost unerringly
Quietly consuming what’s before me
My companion the quiet swish
As leaves rustle in the wind
The twinkle of cat’s eyes
The distant sound of all that the day has entailed
For I am the inevitable
I am the night
10042014
Waking from the dark of night
A room of noisy silence greets
No breath nor other partner’s sound
Or warmth from floor to meet my feet
My mind unlocked I crawl through space
And search for memories of the night
I grasp a shard of a shattered dream
That you shared my heart, my time, this place
I turned to find you by my side
We talked and cuddled through the night
And laughed and cried about life’s gifts
This time with you it felt so right
But waking from the dark of night
I turned and found an empty space
You were not there, I’d dreamt it all
Imagined that you’d filled this place
Perhaps another day will come
I’ll welcome in the rising sun
We’ll be together having fun
And hand in hand this race we’ll run
11102016
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Once in a while, I like to write. And there’s possibly no greater reason to write than to share with an audience, allowing them to comment. So, welcome to my house. Just be careful as you look around.
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