Poem: Last Days

The seed is turning.
The tide has risen.
The ocean has started to listen.
No one is talking.
The love is burning the flame.
Showering the water with the open glaze.
Listening to the winds brush it away.
Not knowing that this is our last days.
The last days of a love that made mountains.
The love the broke hills.
The love that no longer has a lover.
This is the end of our days.

Poem: Past/ Future

Where do I turn.

Where do I go.

Where do I look.

The past is creeping up and drawing me nearby.

I want to go, but I know my soul cannot bare it.

The hurt that the past has cause is also the cure for my future.

I try to make a change, but it always leads me there.

Can I make it without it?

The option is not clear.

The option is an open book that I cannot read.

I remember the things that made me hurt.

I also remember the joys of living.

When I think about it, I think about me.

When I think about what could be, I do not see me without it.

I see the people that made me love.

The people that made me whole.

I see the past, I also see that it is my future.

Poem: Light

The show is over.

It is time to say goodbye.

Though you would like to stay awhile.

The sun has come and gone.

The moon is now basking in its light.

You go back to the day the light went away.

The dark was all that help you.

All that covers you and yet it was also all that scared you.

You thought tomorrow was wrong and today was right.

Then one day the moon gain light.

It showed you hope.

You were no longer in the dark.

You were now walking in your light.

This is still a work in progress.

Next

As this month draws to a close, I cannot help  but wonder what’s next? That is a strange question to ask, but with everything that has happen I can’t help but ask. I do not think that is something that we can answer, nor is it something that we should answer. What is next is not meant for us. We will find out eventually, but with all the uncertainty out in the world, it could be hard for people to picture life past today.