A huge and shiny mystery box
Sat before me on the floor
It was adorned with shiny locks
Excitement shook me to the core

For many years I had this dream
That I would find the things I’d lost
And now this shiny box would seem
To solve my dream at any cost

I told myself to surely find
The most important item first
So searching deep into my mind
To label all, the best and worst

There was a list of childhood toys
And lovers lost when I was young
The car I raced with all the boys
And Christmases with tinsel hung

The day I found my mate for life
The moment I became a Dad
The life and time shared with my wife
Those times for which I am so glad

I guess we all have lost so much
That placing first the only one
Will be most difficult and such
Must carefully be thought and done

And then I knew, no doubt in mind
That in the box, one choice, no other
From the box I’d search and find
Loving time spent with my Mother

The core of the storm scattered the honey drops of sunlight one by one yesterday; every broken, abandoned memory glittered in it. From the inner lightness, the slimy naked snail skin inside cannot be any more radiant or brighter, at most only stickier. The exhausted, tiring body still secretly tenses at both ends, because even the meaningless word is silent in speech. Why is it necessary now to deliberately and almost ostentatiously abandon the shores of common sense and then of thinking intellect, when nothing else is likely to prevail?!

Because even the dog cannot want to glide in fair chess games and sentence paths, it prefers to choose an easier, more bribeable bumpy path, the gaudy protrusions of Alamus intersections; even complex sentences of absurd conciseness are considered redundant. The unchainedness of hesitant fingers has also left them, because they have learned that only those who have been accomplished are allowed to be attached, while the simple average is also discarded.

Before the one for whom the answers to be decided were truly intended could even ask anything, the ancient answer unsettles; because the one who may know the most now has been a deliberate accomplice and silent for a long time. The narrowing, sluggish shred of emptiness grows deeper in the soul.

Your thoughts & dreams, guide you through, this life’s stay,
They can change with decisions and opportunities, in many ways,
   Some can bring you comfort, as if a companion, on a lonely day, Visions, take time, something you do now must fade.
You can create many excuses, convince your self to hold and stay,
Or you can take the dream,  decide, what in your life, to set aside.
Do you need the change or you more afraid of a tear, in your eye,
Answer is inside of you, the  way to know, a positive attitude, try,
Some dreams, you have in this life, you wish they would come true,
A question  how to create them, where to start, what is there to do,
Will it be the right path,  a positive direction, only you can choose.




The original: Tom Maxwell  © 5/22/2025 AD

You can create snowflakes in summer,
Or make flowers bloom in winter.
You can freeze the drops of the dew,
But you can never make someone love you.

You may turn a shade of pink to blue
Or turn over a fresh leaf anew,
But you can never make someone love you—
Never make someone love you.

© InscrutableAngel

Like the cold beauty of the snow,
Beloved, is your countenance,
And intangible as shadow
Is my own foggy temperance;
You are the rationale of thought
And I the haste that feeling wrought.

To my moonlit silver you are
The triumphant glory of gold,
The radiant sunburst of your star,
The tinge of my gleam, still and cold;
I am a bride in ornate lace
And you the veil that hides her face.

Like the tender soil of the earth,
Beloved, rooted deep am I,
And your grand destiny since birth–
The infinite range of the sky;
You are the grace of the feline
And I the faith of the canine.

O love! you are the Black pieces
Seizing a win against all odds,
Against my White heart's caprices–
The resoluteness of the gods;
I am the longing in your breath
And you the succour of my death.

© InscrutableAngel