At night, time passes by
like shadows that were not there
the morning before when I
opened my eyes as the sun rose
from dreams that left behind
their hind tracks to show where
I have been lingering in the forest
of many seasons, something to go by
while the hunter quietly closes in.

That thing we had
I’m sorry that
I walked away before
giving it or us a chance
to even dance, to
become something, sadly
still, my heart
I’m happy for the
more than nothing
thing we had.

Think about it,
          your best
    dreams  and  your
    worst  nightmares
      have the same
    people  in  them.
        So  love  all,
          trust few.
     Everything's real
             but not
      everyone's true.
  So  be  loyal  to  your
          future, not to
  your  past and  do  not
         depend on
anyone too much in this
              world,
       for  even  your
              shadow
      leaves  you when
           you enter  
            darkness.

Open your mind before you open your lips and before you try to tell someone that they are living the wrong kind of life. Being different is the only thing keeping the world beautiful.
                                                                              Jon York   2019

You do not even ask for forgiveness
Expentance only
That I would forget your sins