Reflections
On time passed
Opportunities
Taken
Friendships that last
The future holds what I do not know
Or understand
So I appreciate today
I appreciate the land
Where I end up
Is out of my hands
Reflections on Hands
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Tag Archives: New York
High Spirits
The sky
The stars
What holds
Us up
Is our bones
Our spirits
Stand as high
As the mountains
In the sky
You and I
Great Days
Can there be greatness
Ahead
When it seems
That the old theories
Of relativity
Can no longer be read
The days we must learn
From our mistakes
Straight on
Sail
With full intention set
That good days
Lay ahead
Tidy Lies
Tidy lies
Closed eyes
Open with triggers
From words
Said
Clear
Crystal
Reminders
Of lies
Told perfectly
In the public eye
Mean a Thing
The old fears
Dried up tears
Move up
Move out
All the changes happen
In specific time
And moments
We remove ourselves
To see the grand scheme
By it doesn’t mean a thing
When your heart is torn
Sweet Sunday
Sweet Sunday’s
Holding on
To the love
Of the ground
And the sky above
Sweet Sunday
Before Monday
Let’s hold a new light
Into the week
Bold Notion
Bold as it goes
Holding on to the ones
We need to let go
World in whiplash
Jerking motion
Every morning
Every notion
Leads to the fear
Of tomorrow
Today
Yesterday
The Slurry
The rush
The slurry
Flurry
Of moving pieces
Roaring engines
As one takes
Off
Lands
Slams
Into the ground
As we all fall
At the Cafe
At the cafe
Hands on the roaster
Brewing the next cup
Looking to the future
Filling up
Looking at ways to grow
Without selling the soul
Of what makes it all work
The creation of an idea
And the contrast of growth
Weighs on every mind
A Tiny Heart
The size of an almond
With a personality the size
Of the room
Our small dog
Named Wilco
May have a small heart
But fills the room with love
When anyone walks in
Sweet little Wilco
