All We Have Lost

Feelings are like tides Suddenly they overwhelm you From nothing they become everything And from everything they become nothing When a wave floods a beach Leaving something of itself When it resides Taking back what was brought in Bringing something taking something Time is taking from us It will bring us All that was lost … Continue reading All We Have Lost

Sounds

Art by Oswaldo Gayasamín 1967- The violinist The sound of falling rain, Or lemonade that’s stirred, The whistle of a train, The song of a bird, To some it’s only noise, But every sound I’ve heard Seems sure like, Much more like A song… Continue reading Sounds

Live

I went to sleep somewhat sad. But I awoke happy. When I opened the bedroom window and I looked on to the cool, calm garden in the first rays of sunlight. I was certain there’s was nothing to do but live. Continue reading Live