A sound sleep is like a prayer answered
imagine the plight of an insomniac!

Youth:  I am sure

   middle age: many things aren't clear

  old age:  much of the past I discard which I once held dear

  last years:  life--a big mess--so much distress ! Oh dear, oh dear!

Every word of yours
has the imprint of  ineradicable ink
it makes the heart pause
to wonder and think

Life--the inescapable encounter
the challenge I'll accept- run away I'll never!

Like the last falling rose in winter
lonely and silently I'll wither and die
but new ones will replenish the earth
and adorn the meadow 'neath a benign sky

if you've trusted and understood me
you'll be assured that I'll still abide
in your ever faithful heart
where love will eternally reside

Life--the ugliness
and the beauty
the misery
and the glory

but everything --surely-
will flourish abundantly
when you say truthfully
that you dearly love me

Deserted forest
holds untold stories of past
here dark shadows lurk