The wind for tells,
Another change,
Such things to pass,
That movement brings.
When to move,
And when to be still,
An important wisdom,
The wind knows.
So learn well,
This wisdom of the wind,
When to change,
And when to stay still.
Tag: Pomes
Crossing Paths
Strangers wander,
Like the breeze,
Crossing paths,
In this dream.
It's hard to say,
What it means,
When our paths meet.
But no matter your darkness,
No matter your light,
The breeze blows on,
In this dream.
“I have seen…”
"I have seen the darkness,
Of humanity,
I have seen a man's legs blown off,
By a tank,
I have seen the cold fire in the eyes,
Of a man set to kill another.
I have seen the abuses of the weak,
By the strong.
I have seen the darkness,
Of humanity,
And I still believe in you.
So believe in yourselves,
And each other."
Red Skies
Have you considered,
That when the skies turn blood red,
It's far, far too late?
You Chose this Path
You chose this path,
And never looked back,
And that…
Is something I’ll never understand.
To never ponder,
What could have been,
Seems like an inhumane thing.
Another Week
Another week has come to be,
In the strangeness,
Of it’s wills,
Or the wills of others.
Rest upon our point in time,
And hold us to it’s meaning.
The Sleeping
Social Distancing
Odd,
Space,
Keeping distance,
Needed for,
Health,
And safety.
So strange.
Uneven Plane
Dreaming on,
An uneven plane,
A world of instability,
Hidden in the depths of my brain.
For now the fog obscures,
But soon the reveling winds,
Will make plain,
An uneven plane,
In my brain.
Fever Dreams
Fever dreams,
Strange thoughts,
Merging together,
Things I have seen,
Things I have thought.
A man I have never met,
Who is he?
His eyes move in different direction,
He asks me a question,
But I can’t hear him anymore,
I’m already awake.
