Month: March 2024

Music is needed,
soothing the beast, wild within,
revealing its truths.

Music’s a pleasure;
medicine taken often,
and with large spoonfuls.

Standing on a rock,
and watching the crashing waves,
trying to splash you.

Remembering them,
all the days and the people,
simply as they were.

The trains are running,
and there’s a hopeful feeling,
maybe something good.

The day dull and bland,
but there’s something in the light,
that’s speaking louder.

The rain came again,
with pitters and some patters,
and the greener grass.

There’s a song playing,
with a familiar tune,
and forgotten words.

How the hours do pass,
and the minutes never last,
always gone with haste.

There is time enough,
so treasure dear the moments,
love and do be kind.

And so it is here,
I never thought it would come,
but here it is now.

I remind myself,
to let myself enjoy it,
and feel their great joy.

The day is better,
like Friday should always be,
and so move in here.

Let it flow over,
the work, the words, and those things,
a river restoring.

The weights heavier,
and it overwhelms the day,
until you can’t move.

There is no exit,
just a stark reality,
and deep tiredness.

The hot steam rises,
and is lost in the cold air,
calling me again.

With its steamy shape,
enticing and inviting,
that I must embrace.

Preparation’s king,
and with opportunity,
it can feel lucky.

Lighter mornings come,
with the early sunrises,
and praising birdsong.