The hills
Way above the city
Where the dense fog lay
Is a town
Sleepy and slow
With shadows over the town
Trees and roads
Wind carelessly
Through hills and valleys
We rest upon these hills
And regain
Strength
Hills
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Tag Archives: Personal
High Times
Prepare
Rehearse
Ask questions
What takes time
Has time to grow
Waiting for high times
The world we know
Holding hands and making plans
For the uncertainty of life will not own
Us
While we prepare ourselves
For the high times
How Friendships Change
Friend and moments
Time and history
What changes ahead and lies behind
Can be one great mystery
From meeting to realizing
From analyzing to growing
Friendships have a way of outlasting
While the mind keeps going
But at some point distance can be too great
Challenges and differences to obtuse
That is when some friends just have
To cut loose
But friendships change as do all living creatures
If history be true
This surely it will teach us
Fast Impact
Fast impact
With little for sustain
Sustenance or compounded frame
How can we be so quick
To change
Change judgement
Words
Rearrange meanings and then
Come back to the same
What is it that can revolve
A door then disappear in moments
How can this happen overnight
Into the bright light
No one has it right
No one has it right
Waning Moments of the Night
In the waning moments of the night
As the eve relinquishes to a morning call
That is when we must give our all
Not when the path is clear and certain
Certainly when it is most uncertain
When the stage is not yet set
Sleeping behind a pulled curtain
My hope is to rise in those moments
Tested and true
Both of us together
Me and You
Friendship
Many ships set sail at night
Setting sale in the winter
Protecting the sailors from
The evening’s blight
We have shared many meals
In this life
Made some jokes
And done alright
Friendship is a ship built together
Keeping us free from the blasts of the outer world weather
This ship has sailed for years
Our hearts have learned
Loved
Refined
Cheers glasses
And dined
From New York to Los Angeles
Bloomington to Fort Wayne
Our friendship is similar to back then
But not quite the same
Just as the weather can alter a boat
Over the years
So has our lives altered course over time
But it is true friendship that remains
At the core we are still the same
As when we boarded the ship of friendship
As reluctant strangers
We are now bound together
Friends all the same
Choosing Joy
Choices are made
Daily
Frequently
Momentarily
Temporary
Permanent
But one choice is definitive
Never to be made again
Choosing joy is a choice
That can survive the thick and thin
This infrequent gesture must be checked
As frequently as the mind can remember
That the truth is joy is not easy
Not instantaneous
Not always joyous
But mandatory
To choose joy over an erroneous option
There is a reason for such joy
Substantiated joy
The feeling of a mild sunset
Crimson in its beauty and restlessness
That joy must be felt from the heart
Exclaimed in the throat
And shared with other willing hearts
Joy is not a good find
Kept in one’s own heart
One’s own mind
Joy is a friend sharing a conversation
Joy is love overflowing
Flowing from one heart to another
Remembering that a life lived
Is giving and never knowing
Dreams are such Delicate Things
“Dreams are such Delicate Things”
Dreams and delicate things
Beautiful and Mysterious
Nudge you awake
In the middle of the night
Require attention
Even when the day
Has no light
Dreams must be nourished
And protected
For the demands of this life
Hope to become infected
In the aspirations of the young
To create a new life narrative
So we must always be
Aware of this
Keeping our dreams safe
Ready for growth
Action
I urge you to heed your dreams
Hold hope that they will come true
No matter who you are
What you do
Dreams can be seen through
As the climber reaches the height
Of a new mountain
So your soul must be filled with hope
Hope that dreams
Regardless of how it seems
Of what you do
Do come
True
Think of the Solution
I will arise
Arise in the morning
Arise to the challenge
Lie awake at night
Thinking of solutions
My own illusion
Conclusions
Never quite reached
In a hope of making a plan
To build a house
Upon a great heap of sand
So I run
Sleep
Run
The Wandering Heart
The wandering heart
Is a stranger in a coat
A scarecrow vintage and old
Left me many years ago
The wandering heart knows no home
Roaming the land looking for those it knows
But rather unknown
This heart I have
The wandering heart is a shed in the forest
Unattended and porous
Moss strewn floors
To young hearts it has been abetted and undone
My wandering heart grows cold
Looking for light in a dark circle of a world
Revolving on hearts pumping
Focused on a world of skepticism and critique
My heart is growing cold
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