Across worlds, a blink
Child to man, a breath
A product of what I think
And there is tenderness
Sometimes quite enough
Often falling from the caress
Never leaving, nor arriving
I am here in this moment
I am here, always, loving
I AM
Stoic
A cluttered world
Nothing is finished
Everything begun
Distraction forbids
A tree beckons
A simple thing
Touching, seeing
Two as one
Face to face
Not back against
No distractions
Just a tree and me
Stoic
Her gossamer shroud
Draped so loosely
Droplets fall as tears
The gathering dawn
Will drive away
Traces of dark fears
In reverent silence
The world appears
Never twice the same
Of grayscale hues
To colours unknown
Daylight lays its claim
Where else could I be?
Past regrets call to me
Yet I cannot change
Anything I used to be
Where I may wander
Here and yonder
I choose only today
Though I may ponder
And I am still here
Regrets may appear
Yet I cannot change
Anything else but here
Stoic
Many things may never change
A merry go round year to year
Spun so fast we fall away
In a spinning world of day to day
Scuffles upon the monkey bars
With every year we show the scars
No recess here in this playground
Lessons taught but lies abound
So I will take my ball back home
The game was sometimes fun to play
Bruised and broken I have found
Little fun in this playground
Stoic
And though the light will fade
All the words we said
Will remain
And though the darkness comes
All our time as one
Will remain
And though our days run out
All those we cared about
Will remain
Stoic
When temporal love falls
Only singular love remains
In quiet moments
In the hushing rain
When time loses meaning
Only we now remain
In this soft moment
In the silence again
