7.31.15

Stop for geese
The crosswalk burns in painted sunlight
Destination: waterside peace.
They can find food on their own,
But what’s the fun in that when the humans bring it to us?

I found grace in the words of waters passing along
Timelessly teeming this existence alone
To be a symbol of time travel
And focus is in three places at once.

Where have you gone? How do I go on?

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1.5.17

Dreams can be a funny thing
They’ll take you to lands you’ve never before been
They’ll allow your eyes to drink in sights they’ve never before seen
And you’ll sometimes become confused between this world and reality.

You’ll meet princes and priestesses who promise power and gold
You may even be put on display to be bought and sold.
Valleys and bodies of water, so much esoteric wonder to behold!
How does one finish this adventure before time makes you old?

Perhaps you decide to embark on a solo trip to Switzerland,
On train, through tunnel, over snowy hill time spanned.
But home is never too out of reach with a cherry scone and decaf coffee in hand.

You can roll out of bed and fall into the moon,
Leaving a trail of breadcrumbs from the cinema to the coffee shop all before noon.
Your wardrobe always a blank canvas hungry for a taste of color all too soon,
The light shining from your heart is bright enough to illuminate an entire room.

Breathe in deeply; can you smell that sweetness in the air?
Cotton candy and bellyaching laughter as we walk through the summer fair
Hand in hand I can still feel the warmth in your skin and the softness of your hair.

The snow falls steadily and all too slow,
I think about how this beautiful river of life allows us to ebb and flow.
We can question the mountains, the directions, Mother Earth and Father Sky, beckoning to learn what they know,
But in truth they know nothing but to be here, to love and to grow.

Arms open flying high with the birds and the wind,
Your next adventure lies waiting just around the bend.
With neither grasping nor fear you will embrace and transcend
And exit this transient world you will into an eternal dream that will never end.

Goodnight Goodnight sweet prince, mighty fighter,
With patience, grace, stoicism and so much kinder
Your life was full of boundless love and you’ve left us all so much wiser
May the blue in your eyes be the sky and the twinkle in them shine down on us for forever
Prost, skål, sláinte mhath, cheers, here’s to you Grandpa, Dad, Buddy, Robert Iler


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