The Mill Pond Musings: April 2015

Saturday, April 25, 2015

Dreams

Too fast, too fast

           Approaches the dawn

With it my dream time

           Will be gone

Gone, dreams of a world

           And a life that’s new

Gone, dreams of love

           Of me and you

Can You See Me?

Are you now blind?

     Or will I find

     I’ve been left behind

     Purged from your mind.

I Can't Live Without You

Noble words

Yet so painfully untrue

For living without you

I continue to do.

To Be A Man

The boy eagerly yearned to be a man

To bend the world to his very own plan

He could not understand why his father wore a frown

And acted as though he had been beaten down

The boy, you see, had the confidence of his youth

While his the father had aged and learned the truth

That life can be trying, grow weary and old

To all young men who start out determined and bold

Spent

I have spent

My life

Foolishly

Valuing only

That which I earned

I have learned

Know this

I was wrong

The real value

Is in how

Life is spent

Airport

The concourse smells of:

        Partings forced

        Reunions awaited

        Tearful separations

        Nervous greetings

And happy moments

        In the stream of being.

Miles, Days, Moons

Once,
      a lifetime ago,
      pleasure was found
      in the simple physical touch of her.

Just her
      Presence changed the flavor
      of each
      drawn breath.

Her aura lit
      the darkness and shown towards
      future joys,
      contentment, and wonder.

Now,
      her presence cast harsh light on
      dreary toil til death slips silently
      from the shadows to bring the pleasure of release.

Each breath
      is drawn, labored,
      against the foulness
      of this dank atmosphere.

The best of times, once,
      were pressed up close,
      merging body
      with body.

Now,
      they are when
      miles, days, moons,
      lie between.

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Saturday, April 25, 2015