"What softens the spud,
hardens the egg."
I think resonance differs,
depending the head.

Depends on the heart,
some broken,
some cold.

Depending on age
the young
and the old.

Depends on the path,
some crooked
some straight.

Depends on the way
we handle our faith.

Swallows sing, I  swallow that bitter pill.
Light reflects off cutlery,
and everything is still.
Shadows crawl, and then fall off the wall.
The sun that shun
when we we're young,
was big and now it's small.
The memories, cast in a golden light,
but memories can change in time,
depending on our flight.
Our hope, still sheltered with our love.
Forms the sense of who we are,
forms the sense of us.

Synchronicity and simplicity,
emanating from her core.
The kind of light
that shines so bright,
leaves me blind,
but wanting more.
Her words, reverberations,
a chorus to a learning ear.
Sometimes words are hard to find,
and sometimes words can ring so clear.

In time we learn the lessons,
the silly things that lessen us.
In time we dance in harmony,
learning,that love is a must.
Reaping all we've ever sown,
all the good and all the bad.
Thankful for the things we own,
Thankful for the love we have.

Faces reflected,
blood through time,
even though this face is mine.
I think its been here once before,
maybe twice or maybe more.
Reflected in the streams that flow,
through the ages of this earth.
Shadowing the soul that grows,
nurtured,
from the time of birth.

The snow falls gently,
then to melt,
candles on the alters felt.
Every moment of their burning,
for a reason,
never yearning.
Burning brightly till their end,
then to fade,
the light they send.
In the darkness
stillness brings,
her voice to me,
and how she sings.
She singing bout the Sun and Stars
how our souls have traveled far.
Passed the Moon,
the Milky Way,
she says we will return someday.
Singing songs that show the way.

The forest hides so many things,
the leprechauns,
the fairies wings,
among the life that nature brings,
listen to the warbler sing.
And all along the forest trails,
raindrops pour
as nature sways,
each thing on its own sweet way,
passing with the grace of day.
Capture it inside your mind,
trap it well within your core.
The forest lives
and breaths with time,
always leaves you wanting more.
Lost upon the forest floor.

The wake up call
rang steadily,
throughout the desperate morn.
The pilgrims and the prophets cried
as we were all reborn.
The temple walls collapsing,
upon the hollow mount.
Bodies strewn across the land,
too many now to count.
The serpent went a running,
they say he's hiding in the sand.
His days were always numbered,
his evil ways always to grand.
No doubt he will return someday,
to test the will of man.
See that old serpent never dies,
for he's part of the plan.