Dear good friend,
Perhaps acquaintance.
To the masses we pass on a daily basis,
The worn out souls and weary faces
Painted in towers of glass.

Ladies and Gentlemen,
Distinguished guests.
To those indisposed
By inexorable quests.
To the ones that were left
To search for what was right
Till there was nothing left
But memories of light

Blindfolds applied at night.

To the torn shoes,
Blistered feet.
The poverty we choose to greet.
It is pain, vain,
Somewhat plain to mention
That conversation's become outdated.
Sedated, restrained and correlated
To the denizens of a distant past.

We pass the world in silence.
Ignoring blatant acts of violence

Then claim that it is art.

Where have you gone MOTHER of mine?
Have you traveled to the hills of the universe,
where eternal light burns to lead your way?

Have you etched and completed
your life’s masterpiece
inside footsteps of a long life
to now fly off to other realms.

Where have you gone
the MOTHER who nurtured me when young
and taught me to see who I am.

Have you satisfied your souls journey to now be reunited with father to
shoot the breeze and celebrate a fine life.

I look for thee and find you
in my heart moving with Gods Grace

I feel thee in the wind
when I’m lonely and need a hug.

I sense thee when I breath deep
to hear your spirit words
as I whisper gratitude.

I know MOTHER dearest
you now live in vortex of eternal life
where someday we shall meet again.

Oh my petite,
You're a five-course dinner with the works
and a lovesick tantrum.
Your affection
like a hummingbird,
with how it pecks and pecks and
pecks.
Lips faster than one-sixtieth of a second
when you say
You don't love me anymore

But darling, I've got a
letterbox heart
Iron locks and
Silver casts
Filled with postcards
to no address.
Open me up and find
your name scrawled inside
over and
over
and
over.