obsession

Wait

Who are we to presume to understand
To know the meaning of truth?

Is it absolute?
We can never presume to know or even strive
to grasp the magnitude of how life works.
I do know though that we must put the need
of those we love above our own desires, cut off
that which makes us fall. I Know, if we go above
and beyond, then pull out to soon, we will lose
what is beautiful and meant for good.

If we presume to understand the mystery of
what we speak not conceding that we do not see
a final painting until the cover is pulled back,
then we have been fooled.

Wait – in anticipation in Joy or agony –
but life is a waiting game…nothing less.

IW

Time Forgotten

img_20151202_105626.jpgShow me the sun in the east
Show leaves falling
Show me you, and I will see
The rhythms we keep

Hide, and my senses mute
Music hollow, movement stiff
Monotone my fate.

I try deny you.
Kill my heart to memory.
I succeed, you know.

Except for that whimper in my dream
That whiny voice some call hope.

Say it is not me but you.
Say tomorrow the sun glows gold
Forests green, from black
Leaves turn red

Say time is not forgotten

Say it ain’t so.

IW