Hindsight

What was I thinking?

I’m not even sure that

I know the answer to

that question. Did I ever

mention that, no matter,

the intention, thoughts

become suspended? Days

of my past mix together.

Former ideas whirl around

like a reverberating sound.

I couldn’t tell you what I was

thinking. All I know is what

I was feeling. Hindsight is 20/20.

Some days were bad even when

it was sunny. I look back before

walking through the next door.

Dead of the Night

The sound of silence – feelings
of loneliness. The sight of darkness.
The seclusion of time. The power
of stillness – lacking movement.
The memory of day. The joys
of spending the night alone.
The ability to think – to envision
the future. The willingness
to reflect. It must be the end
of the day. The sun has died
to no one’s surprise. The moon
has risen with precision.
With a retired sun, lost souls
have the time of their life
during the dead of the night.

Clouds

We all have clouds that surround – clouds
that follow us home. Clouds are a part
of life. Most times, clouds never leave
us – or our sight. Not all clouds are bad.
Clouds will be clouds just like how
kids will be kids. Let them be. Let them
believe that they can be proud. Clouds
will guide us to where we need to go.
Allow clouds to be something we see
and need. Not all clouds are bad. Most
clouds want to be noticed. Clouds can
come and go, but they will always be
watching us for as long as we know.

Love is

Love is in the air; I can feel it.
Something tells me good things
are coming. We can create a life
that consist of mostly sunny days
and starry nights. Love is the answer
to our questions. Love is a knife
that cuts tension. Our love will last
to our future from our past.
Love is rooted in love. Love me
as I love you. Love endlessly
for love is vast. Love is us. We
can never love too much. Trust.

Under the Weather

Sometimes, I just want to
run away from myself –
take a trip – sail the ship.
Most days, the feeling stays.
Most times, I wish I knew
how to feel younger
without losing wisdom.
I reside in the deep
pockets of my vast mind.
I look for things to hide
behind when I try to find
the time to feel divine.
I search for better days;
I look for better times.
Sometimes, I just don’t feel
myself; I feel like someone
else. Most days, I look up
to see the smiling sun.
I am beginning to see
better days ahead of me.