Life, I believe is a journey.
It is a lesson never complete.
Just when you think a sequence is over,
you realize that it is still in motion,
was there all along
and will always be there.
I think what I loved most about him
was something he made me find inside myself.
Something that was always there
and still is here.
Something infinite.
Something fusia and raspberry
vivid green
and cracked in stone.
Something caged
yet open to the sky.
Trees can whisper solitude
and roses simper sweetness.
It takes a willing heart
and a good pair of shoes
to learn their wise
and timeless message.
Melt this numbness.
Park my car forever
and stir my feet
through grass and
gravel and damp
earth and road and
every path till my
heart stops and my
breath runs
out.
