Life many mysteries would seem
I constantly scratch my head
Always can never find ice cream
Seems that aliens eaten instead

Are those big as to others small
Many have a common thread
Why a kitchen bin left to sprawl
Or why there is an unmade bed

Often household mysteries kids
Parents notice things unsaid
Balancing both haves or forbids
Praise as restrain judging ahead

Fine droplets yearn in time discern
Moving while script written
We find beauty in forms we yearn
In sweep of wind listen
Our world a heart, rain is the mould
Watch skies in blood towards rolled
Our world, a heart
Our world, a heart
Clouds harbingers of lives untold

Bare branches against a meagre sky
Leaves flap like birds moving by
Magpies song mute and taut
Garden chimes sadly retort

Dull light rising to steel grey cloud
Gathering with a heavy shroud
Leaves still fighting as hold
Dark dawn, presence unfold

Media is disintegrating.
Powerful Death Stars,
Internet smashed into
pieces of space junk,
floating meaninglessly.

Pale imitations of past
glories.  Instead, Blogs
and sensationalism are
bare distant relics of a
once proud profession.

Desire
astounds, by glint of a smile.
Always careful when find,
dream wearing awhile.

In gold
reclaim, mindful of failings.
Gift precious when dare,
love among tailings.

Curiosity,
stir with,
directed enquiry,
add helping desire,
dash humility

Sift through,
experience.
Consider as
simmering.

Yet more try and recall, in smokes dart
Time leaves less images it would seem
In a love held for one dear to my heart

I know I must treasure any time impart
A part of me already mourning a dream
Look inside eyes, know soon to depart

Not yet to think about time when apart
Idea I still cannot fathom in my esteem
In a love held for one dear to my heart
Look inside eyes, know soon to depart