On my walls hang two pieces of art;
large canvases boldly splashed
with colour, stroke upon stroke formed vivid arcs.

I wish I had kept my father's paintbrushes,
they were tools of masterpieces.
From them, my strokes could have made faces flush
and inspired songs and poetry; love?

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But, perhaps ‘twas a blessing to create with unique expression and freedom.

My friends used
To always be around
Good times, bad times
It didn't really matter
Every day was a new
Exciting adventure

Fast forward 10 years
Our group is scaterred
All over the world and
We've become merely
Memoirs to reminisce
On my insomnia nights

I opened my eyes
Last evening
I looked over
At the full moon
It was shining
With shimmer
Like a signal
To the universe
In the air
It felt comfort
Knowing someone
Above is looking
Down at me
To give me strength

Love goes away then returns
Sometimes it takes years to come back
People come and go in our life
Familiar memories
Long distances, no contact
Hearts are broken
Can you forgive?
Can you forget the pain?
Can you live again?
It rained down for many years
Lost so many tears
        In this lifetime
I ask myself why?
Did I cry?
Did I have to go through this?
Love is unpredictable
Love is a lot of work

some nights I wish you'd
just knock — it's not just my door
I'll let you in through

little leaf, reaches for the sky.

rides the wind, hugs the sun.

dreams with a voice of love,

only knows love.

delights in simple joys.

little leaf, dreams of an ice cream cone.

(a child at play in the park.)

the single are not unmarried
-rather married to the Earth