Aimless Ambling

VII. My pain is an abandoned friend embracing all the tighter for having left At its return, I wonder why I missed it Reminiscence of lost things is not always well placed Sometimes things lost are best gone Their absence making room for something better All glitter and guile Yesterday’s good thing pales in the light of the new day The tarnished glaze softens in time The harsh light that once threatened tears its scar, now healed Only serves to strengthen.

VI. Calm, cool water flows through my veins The surf, a massage, relaxes all it touches (all of me) The waves flow through the air spreading music Comfort without cost without price, priceless Would that it could be sold Would that I could give it away.

V. I’ve done so little (it seems ( it is )) But what can I do? Boundaries set so long ago still hold true and cannot be denied Time is too short (who could get anything done?) It is though a poor excuse Friendship is the truest gift (given truly) and deserves more than this.

IV. Spoken words are an amazing thing The right one in the right place can bring back the sun in the dead of night The wrong one casts the whole world into a deep abyss And sometimes, any word is pure, clear, beautiful music that resonates within my soul (especially when said with a smile) The sun rises again to end the thousand year night The abyss fades away and I’m filled again with light and lifted up And I know, even Hell would be a joy so long as I can hear that voice again I’ve hope upon hope but when will the sun rise again?