I am your time that is up Your story that’s come to an end Your regrets and words unsaid. Your what ifs and maybes. Your whys and cries. Your hows and tries. Your breaking point and last stand. Your surrender…
Youth told me that love breaks bones but time made me wiser with laughs as Life showed me that love grows into a companionship of two souls.
When umbers and shadows play, a peasant blends effortlessly into a landscape standing in the shade beneath a rust clay cottage seeking shelter under tall carob and mocha trees with draping juniper and seaweed leaves.
And so my friend you now comprehend why writing is a track where the end spells lack. Like a metronome’s pendulum poetry is a medium that keeps me going down this track and coming back!
And as the fires swallowed my cries I opened my eyes to face life’s lies. I closed my heart and gave up tries for a prize: to accept failures without whys and be wise to break ties and move in…
If attraction were a hue made in love to hew a heart with a look at you then I’m into you.
Be the change but don’t try to change me for a rainbow needs both the sun and rain
I am love, life's eternal rose whose petals rest on time's calyx to blossom in dreams.
Duality and duplicity are my feet For I am life man's greatest prize or demise!
Together with time they etch destinies or chip cares away from minds. Whys and hows are pain's twigs kindling its flame to meet time's hammers.