the Polynesian
sailor viewed vast ocean waves
their rhythm his guide

Silver moss listens
For the approaching footfalls
As love on the wind …
There is always flowing
a way to ourselves
the nature of being
like wings on the wind
Reminder of entries
into the world
where silence forgives
the questions beyond
A day in our dwelling
left lost in the light
Snow covered landscapes
Memories frosting our lives
Talk of simpler days
Passing years in our youth
Moments without judgement
Remain in dreams
Thoughts crystallized
Formed in the twilight before
Ever there was
a way to remain
In the joy and laughter
of children
This then the dream
Forgotten at the gate
Sought in ten thousand shades
Of blue beneath a star dappled dome
Opened before
The world ever asked
To become
The life we once knew
When we were young
Life was laughter
Sunny summer shores
snowflakes and snowmen
Time was slow
Waiting for dreams
far from home
TV taught love
Broken promises
Happy ever after
Learning hard and fast
How hearts were broken
Watching school years melt
Flowing into rivers of life
Childhood laughter
Fermented in hollow casks
Emptied into tears
Memories of years
In between
Children raising children
Without knowing
The heart was for truth
While spelling lullaby’s
Sang them to sleep
Is there a line across our lives
Emotions rooted in color fades
When the heart finds hope
and eyes refuse to fear the dark