What is done is done. We wave hello to the sun.
We never forgot about the moon. We need both
the fork and the spoon. The day may be gone,
and time may be flying, but I am still trying.
In the sky, I see birds bobbing and weaving.
I can’t take my eye off what is now leaving.
I loved, cried, and smiled in the past tense.
I live in the present where it just makes sense.
The memories stay as the past fades away.
The future is bright: I’ll be there one day.
Since the day you were born,
you’ve shined brighter than
a shooting star blasting across
the pitch-black sky. You glisten
in the reflection of my eye.
Your wide smile cheers me up.
Your youthful eyes tell me that
the sun will surely rise again.
At just 8 months old, you’ve
given me the ability to see
that life has many meanings.
You have taught me to love
unconditionally. You fill me
with joy and energy. I can be
me with you. I am so proud
to be your dad, baby Gray.
You’ve given me the light
that I cherish night and day.
Last night seems so far away.
Time has gone by the wayside.
The morning has arrived. Now,
what’s left are memories from
what was done. Time to look
ahead as I build up the courage
to get out of bed. Dreams, sleep,
and time separate last night
from this morning. Now, birds
are singing. Most are soaring.
We never know when last night
will be our last night. Wrong
or right, the transition to day
brings us closer to the light.
Life isn’t promised or guaranteed.
Tonight could be my last night.
Odds are it won’t be. But, life
is unpredictable as entering
the void is inevitable. Still,
I do what I can to love: to fill
my soul with love and passion.
Don’t forget about last night,
but enjoy the morning. Enjoy
the past, the future, the present
before asking where the time went.
Life is not black and white.
There is much to be seen.
There are colors in between.
Nothing is that simple.
There are shapes, shades,
and colors surrounding us.
There are colors in you
and me. There are blue
skies, green eyes, gray
gooses, black nights,
white lies, yellow sunflowers,
clear tears, red lobsters,
green monsters, red sunburns,
gray skies, silver bullets,
brown dirt, hot pink shirts,
brown bears, purple carpets,
Ivory stairs, golden years.
There is so much color
that gets painted onto
this blank canvas of life.
You can see so much more
if you just open your eyes.
A single dream can ignite a flame
that can light up a dark room.
A single dream can jumpstart
a dead battery or a broken heart.
A single dream can reveal a life
that only exists during the night.
A single dream can create motion
that juxtaposes life’s commotion.
A single dream can shed light
without burning too bright.
A single dream is all it takes
to get moving to the rhythm
of your choosing. Dream on
before someone else tells you
that dreaming big is wrong.
IN YOUR DREAMS POETRY 