The Well of patience evaporates gradually
like water evaporates under heavy sun,
I'm the bird of the Kindergarten books
Conditioned in optimism, 
Busy in throwing pebbles of hope.

Today, tomorrow, or after morrow,
One day or the other,
It'll run dry,
But I will continue
Hopeless and dissatisfied,
Dreaming and fabricating lies to me.

she is a wine personified,
and without patience,
one can never grasp
how better she gets through time

Days
They come and go
Shuffle to and fro
A part of each
Never quite letting go

Many to come
Each one so unpredictable
Dragging on like textbooks in a bag
Get through, page by page
And drop it in the sands
Of ever shifting times

Shaking hands cannot catch a chilled breath
Freezing in this frigid space
That has become undisturbed
Only shadows dance
Memories of a relaxed stance
Only to remain as such
And nothing more

Once sweet, bringing comfort and ease
Now bittersweet, an ache yearning to cease
Turn back to the sweet, blissful things they are meant to be
Oh dear mind, let it be

A single ray of light
Shines in the distance
Miles away
Alas, the shackles that bind
Have only one key
Far away with the light

Patience is a challenge
Taken on, bring it on
A well worn promise
A tender memory
A heart waiting to be whole
Patience is many things
Tested over and over through time
To only possibly be shown what lies beyond
Waiting at the other end

- Jay M
January 4th, 2021

Let me find you in the galaxies

At another time
Among these aesthetic images

I’m loving you
Spontaneously

While I breathe

3,2,1
Flashes

Feel like a sacred mystery
Behind my life
I imagined
And it came
into form

Life and Death

Energy and Peace

Solar Dial

The impossible Find

Fading glory…



               Brings the feat

                 Of triumph
    
                 Of remorse

                 Of solitude
            
                 Of all virtues

                 Expanding  

                 Yet still yearning for my affection

                
                As Adoration adores

                Love bestows
                In its own time

“Patience is a virtue.”

Sometimes it's true,
Sometimes it's not.
We waited, remain patient,
But there are times
It'll never come.