It is the waves,

Under orange skies,

That crash on me, …

Yesterday dragged by...
Like a folded table,
Closed and alone, …

When colors coalesce,

Answers appear clear,

No more questions remain, …

In this ever-crowded world,

Even when surrounded by family,

Friends or those we don't know, …

The sun rises,

To new hopes and visions.

Yet as the morning wanes, …

In my dreams,

Holding hands,

I sit there beside you. …

Today I often laugh,

Looking back to see,

How I protected myself, …

There are times,

When my mind,

Refuses to grasp. …

A few places I’ve lived,

I frequent often and again.

For the memories, …

Vegetation that grows,

Under water,

Bends and sways, …

Years come and go.

It indeed is best,

To take it slow. …

Shadows,

Are a distortion of reality.

They remind me, …

Sometimes,

It is those things,

Closest to me, …

The older I get,

The easier it becomes,

To accept life, …

It is a crowded mind,

In the dark of night,

Rewinding the past, …

Perhaps compassion,

Kindness and empathy,

Would not exist, …

Perhaps we find reasons,

To frequently celebrate,

So as to forget the reality, …

It is emptiness,

By free will,

Which I seek. …

To understand,

What my eyes see,

Is not a difficult thing, …

As a child,

I freely laughed,

Yet as I aged, …