The waves break to form a mist
Against the violence in the sea
Where head on head collisions
Are a common sight to see
Their magnitude, tremendous
With power to be sure
It’s a spectacle on full display
And its natural state is pure

If the sky is the limit
As far as it goes
Then the furthermost reaches
Is where we’re most exposed
Our bodies unshielded
Brittle and froze
Just to melt and fall downward
And again start to grow
From out of the soil
A fragrant soul
A lily confession
Of an ominous rose

What occupies my mind
Is all the waisted time
When we’re not even guaranteed today
But carry on we must
In matters pre-discussed
If you can find the trail
that leads the way
If you leave, then go
Take both your feet and toes
If I can’t convince you otherwise to stay

If my mind is where my thoughts are kept
Then the gutters where my thoughts get swept
Down the drain beneath my feet
Blatant, yet discrete
I push forth, though I go without
To me it’s all been one big drought
It’s still all I ever think about
Yet it eludes me all the same
I hope to one day settle down
To be happy when I look around
Feet firmly planted on the ground
Not feeling any shame
I’m not sure of what’s in store for me
But I’ll be ready when I need to be
It’s not as easy as one, two, three
But I guess I can’t complain
I’ll look for opportunities
For things they’ve done for centuries
I’ll re-organize my priorities
Whether in sunshine or in rain
I’ll put my savings in a trust
To do everything I must
To be taken serious
Not for riches or for fame
It’s the person that I want to be
The person staring back at me
By avoiding a catastrophe
And breaking free from chains
It’s the vision I see for myself
The picture of perfect health
I’ll play the hand that I was dealt
And finish out the game

“Tell me something sad”,  she said
Behind a shedded tear
It was a difficult time for her
A very trying year
People pass, friends move on
And continue on ahead
Leaving us to withstand the cold
While still warm in our bed

Bending like bows
In the midsummer breeze
There’s the trembling of aspens
The tall skinny trees
They’re armed with their arrows
They rear back and take aim
Then the arrows fly to the heavens
Come wind or come rain

A tuft of gray feathers
A pile of leaves
A collection of secrets
That no one believes
Deep in the forest
There’s barely a breeze
Just soft spoken whispers
Reflecting off trees
A squirrel, a mouse
A bear, and some deer
Each moment captured
Is like a breath of fresh air