Pennies casually dropped to the distant depths in gathering pending hope to wishing wells
Moonbeams caught amongst their silvery slivers of light amongst themselves
Quiet whispers rebounding of that chatter of fates bent confusing and strange ways
Echoes like ripples from lakes surface created by skipping stones vibrate through life’s days
Searching into the distant horizons shot with heat haze fortune cookies shatter break
Emotions in gathering ripples travel ev outward causing those ripples cross life’s lake
Standing silent watching with eyes that search my soul standing apart from that crowd
Wonder why they rush about trying to be the things that they are not and they need be so loud
Warm hands still remembering the days that now be past treasuring those holding recent memories
Thoughts of times so different like summer childhoods never ending breeze such things they are these
White edged satin azure sky blue days that seemed to have no end fraying satin now it still it clings to lace
Memories even those photographs growing yellowed and torn with age they can’t replace your face
Moving sideways shifting to greet the mornings early light another day is christened dawns first shimmering light
People shuffle move about pretending they are real but like the mice in programmed corridors they drift through life’s mazes
But ever watching smiling tempted sometimes to laugh but never shedding raindrop tears observing from on high
Those tear shaped raindrops from my weary eyes so much of life they've seen are falling like those pennies from the sky
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