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.
As life goes on, things can get in the way.
There are roadblocks, people, problems
that slow us down. We can even get in our own
way. It is hard to say how it happens. It just
does. Sometimes, we can get stuck in the mud.
Sometimes, we choose hate over love. Stuff
can pile up, and life can become a pain.
Once we regain strength, all we have to do
is maintain. To fight through is to gain insight.
The odds may be against us, but we must
trust the process. We must do our best
when things get in the way. These strong
feelings of doubt will not stay. We must
not run away. We must solve the case
before our optimism becomes misplaced.
When life gets in the way, don’t give up
or give in. You will get over it. Look at
your life as a knife that will cut through
a dark night. Find light and hold on tight.
One of these days, when the sun
comes down as the children
play, I will have nothing to say.
I will just sit there and smile
knowing that life was worth while.
One of these days, life will have
showed me all that I needed to
see. I will have learned lessons
that are taught by time. Experiences
of mine will seem divine. Old
thoughts and feelings become
less appealing. One of these days,
I will love to the point of happiness.
I will give gratitude and hate less.
One of these days, I will feel alive
before I look death in the eyes.
One of these days, my dreams will
come true before my nightmares do.
IN YOUR DREAMS POETRY 