yet we breathe

carrying like medals
tokens of being alive
food clothes
needs more and more
coming in and out of door
sleeping awake
through midlife blues
lost jobs
broken hearts
unkept vows
groping in the dark
dim-lit days
cathartic nights
masked social
torn in the upheaval
tearing within
making poems our ailment's remedy
our ink's flow
a placebo
the poet's might
a myth.

yet we breathe.

Dawn and Dusk a mystery to us
The changing of the color of the sky
How the sunlight shines only on the tree tops
It's majestic and pleasing to our eyes

At dawn the sky flows from gray to orange to blue
At dusk from blue to orange to black
The brush strokes a combination of all the great artist of the past
The mystery leaving memories that last

The dawn sunlight first touches the top of trees
At dusk the sunlight does a repeat
Like some religious experience
Dawn and dusk gives the appearance of being blessed

Dawn has a calm and tranquility about it
The sun rises; the beginning of something new
Dusk  shows up for an encore performance
The sun sets; enhances you with beauty before it rest

When thing's become full circle
                Do they just go back to square one?
                Will you make me believe I was wrong again
                Just to shy away as a friend

Or could you say there's been progress
              That it's not just another digress
              Save me a fatal wound to the chest
              A quiet, kosher loss at best
              
Rest away my thoughts for now, coax me to retire
            Obliterate my dumb desires
            My heart
            It starts to tire