The more time
we are together,
the longer our time apart.

The more moments
I share with you,
the greater the beauty in my life.

I miss you more
with every extra
moment of your life you share.

Choices in life are often limited,
the wise choice is not always the profitable
or quick profit, but the pain
in your body and stress in your life,

Is directly connected to these choices.

Is it better to slowly gain your goals,
being there to enjoy the fruits of your labor,
or push so hard that others enjoy your labors,
as they lay you to rest?

The choices we make today
have a direct bearing on our future.
That future can be tomorrow or
10 years from now.

Each day we have to make
a decision of where we are going,
where we want to be.
Life is a journey. Peace be with you.

May you choose your path wisely.

I feel the shadow
moving slowly across
the view of life
as the season's change.

The transition of light
limited by the shortness
of the day bringing
me to a yearly change.

Drawing me to a darker place
within the depths
of my mind.
I find comfort within.

Slowly withdrawing
from the world
I know,
finding comfort in solitude.

Can you dry away the tears.
They are not planned,
But just appear.

A thought of the past,
Memory so vivid,
Suddenly emotions come forth.

Standing on a street corner,
Taking in the sites;
A shadow seems to cross your path.

Orifice sensations light you up.
Memories again renew your past.
You search around with your eyes.

Hoping to match senses again,
With memory of the past.
To feel that rush you had that did not last.

As you look left,
And then to the right, up ahead.
There's nothing in-sight.

But the memory is there though lost.
And will lay in wait in the dark.
So your heart can race again.

When again the shadow passes.

Sitting on the outskirts of sanity
but still within view of life
evaluating the days that pass,
as life goes by on the edge of reality

Lunar times, seasons pass,
my mind seems lost in a fog of time,
with the pull of the moon on my mind,
leaves me searching for I know not what,
like I have found a black hole within my mind.

Everything seems to have an expiration date.
Love is no exception.

You see the change as the date gets close,
so no reason for a surprise.

Blame can be placed on everyone,
but in reality.

The time of love has expired.