I was a boy throwing sticks
The chestnut tree so tall
Hours every day
The prize that would not fall
In driving rain before school
I would try to hit
The autumn’s last prize
Never doubting it
“Conkers” was the game
On a string to split
Oven baked on a string
That final hit
And I remember that
A life so simple and pure
So free in innocence
That life endures
Stoic
If I could fly, I would not
I would walk upon this place
Among man
Teaching how to walk, to run
Only then would I show them
How to leap towards the Sun.
Stoic.
Dusky porch
A slice of pizza
The perfect sunset
My words mean nothing
For you are not here
This moment alone
Is only for me
Hoping you are happy
Stoic.
Pass with sweetness
Being love and kindness
Leave no footprints
Upon hearts
Travel so lightly
Leave no foul trace
Being a light
In the dark
Pass with humility
Being grace and forgiveness
Leave no scars
Upon hearts
Stoic
Born and raised in a magical place
My heart pulled for a lifetime
Taken from my home too young
Now it is time, at last
To return to the cradle
To where I began, and will end
A wanderer, all of my life
What I searched for I knew
To my home I will return.
Stoic
In dusty ruins of a past
Footprints fade away
Others gone before us
Trying to lead the way
So we repeat our mistakes
Blind to the wall
We hit our head upon
Still surprised that we fall
In virgin soil now we sow
Insane they will say
As I turn and walk away
For a silent place to pray
Stoic
From here to there
Life seems
Beginnings to ends
Stitched seams
We were, and are
Then not
It always seems
Lives forgot
From one to another
We dream
For another’s hope
Life leans
Stoic
