“Are you bringing presents?”

No, only dreams.

...

“Cook our meals.

Warm the house.

Brighten the day.” ...

When loved,

And cared for,

Old is beautiful. ...

Today,

The same stories

Seem to be sung. ...

Dried out,

But intact.

Still open, ...

Birds in flight.

A reminder of our freedom,

Under clear, blue skies, ...

Peacefully sleeping,

Covered in grime.

Eyes closed, ...

Somedays,

Life feels uphill.

Lonely, not easy. ...

Shine brightly.

Live up to your

Boundless limits. ...

Blemishes, discoloration,

Dents, scratches.

Iron-like bonds, ...

Unbearably close,

Yet impossible to sense.

Eyes try to see, ...

Land softly,

From wherever you come.

Someone’ll be around, ...

Wrong way.

Closed now.

Dimmed lights....

Time rusts.

Light fades.

Words go unsung. ...

Faded colors,

Wrinkles,

Or tears, ...

When trees fall,

Birds have flown,

No one’s to be found, ...

Days,

When horizons are bright,

You’re above the clouds, ...

Two as one.

Side by side,

Separate, ...

Rusted, wet,

Flat on its back,

But alive. ...

Lead me there.

Beyond fences,

Rocks, shadows. ...