Trying to reach out to life
Feel distanced from me
I have travelled a distance
Went beyond the road I planned
Life will not let me walk back
The erased road remains a memory
Now I have to move ahead
Without looking back
Life has strange ways
Where you travel without itineraries

Perhaps the sun-kissed wanderings of an Old Fool
will reach us the way the Summer Wind does
Touching our souls
and stealing away the Lovers kiss
which while playful and passionate
holds no grounds in reality
but is born and settled
in those fleeting emotions
made giddy by sunlight and time off

His travels ramble the way their love does
there is no purpose, no destination
only the right now
and perhaps these Young Summer Lovers
This Timeless Old Fool
are meant to teach us something
about the right now
about life and moments and destinations
before we are all wrapped up
and swept away by the Summer Wind

Roads taken are not always perfectly laid out.
Some do not have markers.
Intersections do not indicate the direction with most promise.
When we are faced with obstacles
Smooth out the imperfections.
The hard work comes from solely our own determination.
Understand when we should cut and turn back
When to press on.
We may stumble, we may fall.
A little bit of perseverance
and faith to reach some destinations.
I have found that, once reached,
the journey was worth its sweat.
Earned by grit, guts, and purposefulness.
Satisfaction of will.

"The first step is always the hardest."  I've recited this over and over in my consciousness.
"Grip the rail, tight. "
Pursed with dried paint to smooth over the lumps of people gone before you.
" You're never the first one to go. "
Eyes forward and chin up I gather myself.
" It's only stairs, " I say over and over.
" It's only stairs," they say.
Now, faced with only upward motion.
Now, faced with only moving forward.
I look out the window to see the moon waning, waxing strong with my ascent.
4x32 are tiles on the floor.
6x15x18 is the case.
Hold my hand.
Guide me.
Guard me through this night.
By morning I will have reach this light.
"It's only stairs." We say.

Who will understand?
When the lilacs will be no more
When the river runs deep
Between the two hills that are so steep
Where the clouds have left the skies
Shows where our destination lies.....

My Darling
My feet are tired
And my eyes so weary
With my mind so dreary
The years have taken their toll
The disappointments so very long
Shall I go on? ...

My Darling
But here you are now
My hopes are not dashed
The time has come
With the vastness of space
Remembering the laughter
of the past
the love so real .....

My Darling
Wanting to bring the past
Into the reality
Just to see your face
One last time ....

My Darling
Who will understand,
The Love I have for you? ...

By: Debbie Brooks 2014.. @copywrite.