in whatever time remains for me
for
paths unknown, winding
to
the eternal sea
more yeses, less no's
more music consoling winds
to fully trust
all the love i live in.

in whatever time remains for me
for
kindness passing energies
sweetened gentle, calm and free,
there rolls around
a soft, warm cuddlly
Memory.

thinking of how it all goes
in a blink, I
wanted those whose loving
ways have kept me fed,
to know they are missed.

instead,
as I turn to bed...
alone, unkissed --
through trails of sadness
the ache of emptied bliss
confuse and leave
what definition of friend
may yet comfort me.

what was or tried to be
lives on in some distant thread
woven in the imagery ,
of such are our dreams fed.

For what was not
may yet be
trailing a long beautiful legacy
of youth and love and connections spawned
through a wealth of impassioned song
we do live on.

our path showing a flurry,
of energy and footpaths over and again;
we wondered: " what's  all the hurry  about...?"
there was plenty of time --- no sin or crime --
party on to welcome the noisy Dawn --
way back then...You remember when...
ALL was HOPE and a friend.

~ayearning~