Dan Gray: Poems

117 · Dec 2020

Leaf

Dan Gray Dec 2020

Leaf

When at that point in my life
I came disconnected to the dream of it, my life
It feels as if I became a leaf falling off of a tree
Picked up by the wind before being grounded
Carried to a myriad of places with no control
Stopping but briefly
When in contact with a point to cling to
I know not where I go next
Never seemingly with who it will be
As time makes it seem that it will last
The fates blow hard
I am loosed
To drift alone until I am next caught.

Dan Gray
December 23, 2020 11:30 PM

Stuck in isolation (negative thank the gods) and just having one of those ****** nights

107 · Mar 2021

Where Leads Your Path

Dan Gray Mar 2021

Where Leads Your Path

Walk your life’s path, softly.
Always notice the minute beauty,
Those small things that so many miss.
When a youngster, you were close to the path,
Spotting everything along it.
As you grew older your outlook began to stretch
Farther and farther up the path yet to travel.
With your gaze being so distant,
Who and what was beside you went unseen.
You tread the path so hard as to make it everything.
Always expecting the better that is yet to come,
Sounds and tastes of life are not noticed.
Thereby missing the flavour of what is being lived.
As you beat down the path so hard, it became a road.
Walk the path softly yet again.
Soon the road will once more be as it was.
Becoming the welcoming path that you seek.
Its way will soften back to what you once knew.
Transforming to a journey that leaves
No notice of your travel except to those who care.
So step ever so lightly that those who follow
Will be able to find what you have discovered
About yourself and the joy you have found
While taking your journey along the path.

93 · May 2023

Searching for Love

Dan Gray May 2023

Searching for Love

As we get older, for what do we search?
We are not what we were in our twenties.
But what was looked for then,
Is still searched for now.
The only difference is when age is reached,
Pain, in different ways, has tempered,
Our very being.
Remembering whispers in the ear,
Maybe with a nibble.
A soft, delicate kiss, upon the lips.
Memories of a delicate touch,
Finding spots on ones body
You never knew existed.
Holding hands when walking,
Listening to what the other is saying.
Looking so very deep into some ones eyes
Reaching to engage with that persons soul.
We want to find that safe place
So one can open up to another.
To have your face hurt from smiling.
Hoping to relive those touches.
To feel once again the gentle press of lips.
The soft touch of hands.
All bringing your soul back to life.
Once again to be able to trust.
So when you think about it,
If it has been lost,
At any age, we search for the same Love
We have always searched for.

Dan Gray
4 A.M. January 26, 2023

It's been to long since I've posted here, I hope it is just as accepted.

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