And The Past is History

There's a chill in the air
after the clouds have
rolled on, and the
hazy blue, aftermath sky
remains.

I remain too, clutching
with tight fists to my shifted
reality, growing up in a world
that I refuse to let pass me by.

And with the realization that
tomorrow will come, and
what will be, will be...
has already been determined,
I find a weight lifted from my
already sagging shoulders.

For why should I worry about
tomorrow when it is already
set out before me, by the
Maker and Creator of
all?

Asleep

Eyelids droop and the
pillowcase is soft beneath
weary, dream-filled minds.

Moon Beams

The moon and I
share a secret.

I would tell you,
but there isn't a cloud
in the sky.

Nor have the stars
come out to light up
the night.

And the moon has
a sly smile of His face,
so our secret it shall
remain.

Soften the Blow

Rose colored pen scribbles
a note on paper

...for you.

And it crosses each 't' and
dots each 'i' in hope that
the words will find you well.

But I know better.

So once the words are written,
permanence on lined paper,
I walk away from the
rose colored pen

...and dismantle the paper,
line by line, to float away
on the wind.

May Twenty-Seventh

Wind greets aging trees
While the sun hangs high in the
sky, and I enjoy.

Just a Thought

I remind myself everyday
that life isn't what we dream it,
it's what we make it.

But why can't I make it what I dream?

So I close my eyes
and let my imagination
run wild.

And when I open them,
I realize that all my dreams
can come true...

As long as I have the courage
to pursue them.

Open Mind

The sun shines on a 

new day, and I rummage through

my mind for new thoughts.