perhaps
when we stop chasing our tails
we can sit

sit*
be present with each other
again
find the beginning

beginning
yet another age of being
a gift of time

@journeyofdays

Each morning she welcomes me into her world.
The best part about it.
I am always glad I came, watching her pat her hand on a reserved spot inviting me to sit beside her.
A motivation for tired legs,
Our eyes resting after a light jog, over by the park bench.
Slowly watching our faith in each other raise from behind the clouds.
In due time I am drenched in the way that she makes me feel.
Even when we go our separate ways she is always there

I sit here
counting windows;
six, twelve, eighteen,
et cetera.

How much money
could the contractor
have saved
without them?
Easily thousands,
but would it be worth
blotting out the sun?
Workers shivering
at their desks,
wishing for
brighter lives.
Clients choosing
the competitor,
who's employees
shine a little brighter.
The windowless building
closing its doors
because they couldn't
afford the bills,
all because
they saved some
money on the windows.

I sit here
counting windows;
six, twelve, eighteen,
et cetera.

whiff of her long hair
black lashes on her oval eyes
crescents on her lips
slender hands
sparkle adorned meek finger
n her ****** skin
thy beside

eyes are shut
lips are mum
hands anchored to lap

yet i see the glint of her eye
hear her word
feel her hand

an echo from da time gone
its just that she is gone

------the egotist

a ride on the bus
sitting in the back row
staring out windows

I close my eyes among the trees,
Hoping that the forest will tell me what
I want to hear.
Inside me is a cesspool of anger 
And wanting-to-stay-this-way.
But the forest is alive with
Joy and jubilation, life and happiness.
I breathe in her song 
And join in the refrain.

Acquainted with the forest,
Dirt between my toes,
Earth exhales a whisper,
I am finally close
Enough to listen.