Silence
Can be so beautiful
Especially
When it comes
After a long time
Of
Thoughts

Around and around the thoughts go
With no beginning and no end
‘round and ‘round in my mind
Like a merry go round
Of life
And
It’s hard
To still

We sometimes wonder
What life
Is all about
I have no idea
And
I will never
Stop
Trying
To find out

Sitting
And waiting
For life to happen
While
Doing
Nothing
About
It

Poetry
Is a collection of words
That make sense
In the context
In  which it is written
And sometimes
The words
Mean
Nothing
At
All

Sometimes
I wonder
And then
I give
Up

Love is
Holding and caring
Making use of all our senses
Love is shaded
And holding
And pure
Love is clouded with doubt
And eager to please
Love is all there is
In a world
Where pain and suffering
Rule