The silence is so deafening,
The wind refuses to blow,
The air is hanging heavily,
Without you this I know.

I look for some relief and hope,
But nothing comes each day,
The ***** windows mar the view,
There's nothing much to say.

Each day alone is smothering,
No moments filled with peace,
The laughter is so far away,
The suns sets in the east.

I reach to call so many times,
But know you're nowhere near,
I'll never see your smiling face,
Of this my biggest fear.

He loves his flower bed with solitary care,
To tend with kindness the plants  still there,
Painstakingly watering when water is due,
He watches  the flowers burst forth so new.

The sun shines best in late  morning light,
The flowers bend over with breezes in sight,
He works all morning to cultivate the soil,
For him no work, no obligation or toil.

He pulls the weeds with a type of madness,
For weeds are ugly and bring the sadness,
But he will not allow time to come to convey,
Anything less than a purpose-filled day.

When all the watering is finally completed,
Upon his porch with ice tea and firmly seated,
Surveying his flowers, he notes this is why,
He can not let his lovely flowers begin to  die.

I died while waiting for nothing to happen,
Just taking in a breath that lasted not my way.
Is this the page they turn and say is life after living?
No one called my name, or looked to find me,
While I drew the final curtin slowly shutting;
No tears fell on freshly-grown faces and smiles.
Was there hope of family and friends to save,
This worn-out body from turning instantly to dust?
I died when no one was looking for such a silly thing,
No long goodbyes, no sorrow shed for me eternally.
So now I go beyond the veil of never knowing,
With a tear trickling down my face.

Stone walls,
enclosed space,
all entrapped
the human race.

Fenced post,
barbed wire,
keeping in
the ugly mire.

Rocks piled,
rows and rows,
holding back
what we all know.

Sealed emotions,
newly created,
sealing  life
is over rated.

Rough harness,
Strapped bodies,
isn't trapping things
so shoddy?

Clothed mouths,
never speaking,
on a  road
to nowhere seeking.

Little children come skipping by,
With foot so fleet and sharp of eye,
Laughing, singing, living  they go,
What do little children know?

In the shadows and long in sun,
Worrying nowhere, having fun,
Never telling the  reasons why,
Sometimes little children cry.

See the colors of clothes they wear,
Blues and reds and bruises they bear,
What's the story behind the scenes,
Why  the little  children are mean?

Little children now march the beat,
Stamping wildly down the street,
Carrying banners with empty sayings,
No more little children now playing.

Why do they still wish to play,
What will now adults so say?
Someday they will turn aside,
Make their children want to hide,
But no more, and yet no best,
Little children put to the test.

Let not the evening light so wane,
That hearts are hardend deep with pain,
For all the  journeys that lead us here,
All strewn with hopes and sometimes fear.

Each step presents a direction to go,
So swift the pace and sometimes slow,
Yet often stones are placed in our way,
They're only stones, what can we say?

Then wipe away bitter  lessons learned,
The chance to soar you most have earned,
With lost and weary  people learning  to shy,
When there's no reason to despair and  cry.

So light will soon shine like radiant bliss,
While aging travelers share love and kiss,
And dismal chapters so written in time,
Will no longer linger within our minds.

When all is done and evening here,
I sit by the fire and read King Lear,
Or, if some lovely person comes along,
Then let the games begin in song.

I stretch my aching body prone,
My mind to wonder in the twilight zone,
Or, if I smell something delicious and near,
I'll ring you up for some conversation my dear.

The crackling embers now  sound and glow,
At peace my spirit, oh, yes I know,
And Shakespeare makes my head to tumble,
My words begin to slur and then I mumble.

But this is the time of the witching hours,
I slowly forget those ivory towers,
With just my time with angels so near,
I laugh and call for you no fear.

So, find your place of peace and perfection,
To revel in the days and solitary reflection,
While I roll over to dose and begin to dream,
The spirits surround me and begin to scheme.