The night is starry and blue stars shiver in the distance,
The lonely moon weeps in her solitude,
and the spikes of grass dance in the melancholy breeze.

The red rose holds the morning dew with her crimson petals
and the little bird cries amidst the branches
of a once verdant tree

Trees sulk
Stars shiver
Moons weep
Birds wail
And for I,
I sit still, so sedentary...

In this forsaken tomb I shall reside
forevermore...

Sometimes I feel like a sunflower
Surrounded by people but I still feel abandoned
Simply living with one task
To follow someone better and brighter than me

Close your eyes.
And dream.
Dream of me.
Dream of all that could have been.

Dream of the beaches and the passion.
Dream of the struggles and storms.
Dream of the sunrise and sun sets.
Dream of the two of us, amidst all of this.

Who am I kidding?
I am the one dreaming.
I am the one lost in fantasy.
I cant help but think.

All I can do is dream.
Of what could have been.
Of how I could have been that one.
Of where this is going to take us.

Wake up boy. Stop dreaming.
Don't fool yourself. Stop thinking.
Open your eyes and see what it actually is.
This isn't Neverland. This is real

Nothing much to say,
time flows at its fastest pace,
when I love you hard.

Sometimes , when you hurt you want to cry.
Sometimes , you just want to lash out at others.
Sometimes, life seems unfair to you always too.
My prayer is that sometimes will disappear too.
Revealing Christ loves in every single situation
That in everything you shall feel his Love also.
That you shall feel lonely or forsaken neither.
For you shall see him in everything that you do.
Thus losing that anger that was building up too.

Someone once said that we die twice--
First, when we take our very last breath.
The flame on our candle goes out as we
Transition between life and death.

But then comes our second dying.
It’s similar but not the same.
That death occurs when someone for
The very last time says our name.

So where are extinguished flames?
What happens to the morning dew?
What effect does speculating
Have upon our point of view?

Life has many questions to ponder.
I wonder if such thoughts are freeing:
Knowing that we once had been
And not remaining attached to being.

-by Bob B (10-26-19)