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Saturday, July 30, 2016

My Day Will Come

My day will come
I’ll fade away
Without your hearing
What I should say

I’ve lived my life
As it should be
A part for you
A part for me



And though I go
As I do chose
You have not lost
You do not lose

And I remain
As I would be
Free to embrace
my destiny



Which never was
Long life sought
When time instead
Experiences I bought

Existence may ease
Your pained heart
But if I only exist
We’re already apart



Let me remember
Me tall and strong
Long and lean
More right than wrong

And while I did
What income demand
It never was part
Of my life’s plan



Which began with love
and longing toll
To share with you
My secret soul

The joys I brought
The art I dreamed
The words I wrote
The inspiration beamed



Its what I created
And leave behind
That measures my life
Weathered and lined

Not how long
Spent on spinning rock
Nor how many times
I wound the clock



I chose to live
Short, racing pace
Panting, wheezing
I’ve run my race

And I’ve looked
Back at rising sun
Happy with what
I did and done



I’ve lived my life
As it should be
A part for you
A part for me

Now that you’ve heard
What I would say
My day has come
I’ll fade away


© Copyright 2016 Marty Vandermolen

Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Morning’s Feet


Morning’s feet sneak
               Silently into night’s
                              Lingering languid dreams
 

Insistently drawing apart
               Velvety protective shadows
                              Shining crystal beams
 

Shatter fleeting fears
               Brilliant awareness rips
                              Asunder fragile seams
 

Freeing life’s forces
               Recharged venturing forth
                              Until improvement seems
 

Assured within daylight’s
               Apparent overwhelming challenges

                              Solution often beams
 

Morning’s feet echo
               Soothing mindful thoughts
                              Drifting into dreams
 

© Copyright 2016 Marty Vandermolen