What if,
Life is counted in the sky,
Or Humanity was meant for Goodbye's?

What if,
The sun and the moon did have a lullaby,
And we separated the eye's?

What if,
Night and Day was taught how to pray?
Would the earth be swayed by grace?

What if,
Our determination was devoted to His,
Salvation?

When I look into the abyss,
Is it just as confused as I?
What does the dark depth ponder,
When it gazes into me?
Am I impossible?
Can it not even
Fathom all my pieces,
Or how they fit?
How cool the wind will blow -
But is the western sand
Still hot when the storm claws at my face
To scratch out my eyes?
Am I a seat to be despised,
Deposed like a future convict
Railing at the charges held over my head?
Why is it judging me
For not playing along with the game I had no part in creating?
I conject no scheme of ill intent.
Peace, I bid Thee well.
I go my way.

Warm Afternoon

It was a really  warm  afternoon

Almost  like  summer
Stayed  out  for  q­uite  awhile
On  my  return
Shafts  of  sunlight
Were  beaming  through  my  ­window
An  endless  blue  sky
Across  the  heavens
The  only  sou­nd  was  the  chiming
Of  a  nearby  church  clock

It was a warm and peaceful afternoon


Keith  Wilson     Windermere  UK  2016

The awakening to knowledge of yourself
Is an individual process of seeking truths
Allow the stillness and find your peace
Nothing in nature blooms for all the year
Sometimes we can not escape the darkness
But we can learn to love ourselves there and
What we find may be a blessing in disguise

Faces only remind you of
How lonely you are,
You say you've swam too far
Into the sea of your regrets
That I am your lifeboat
But didn't you hear
I sank long, long ago?

You've been searching
For a new home,
One that doesn't creak
Or shudder at night.
But homes are not people
And your voice cracks
As you point out
There's a welcome mat
By the front door
But I never answer
When you knock.

It's been a while since
I started attracting
Strangers with flashlights
To search me like
A haunted place.
I finally realized they
Were the ones that
Needed scaring away.

It's so odd to think,
You once told me
You saw beauty
In clifftops,
And I thought you
Were talking about
The view.