Such fear that I’m late-
I woke up too late from a long spun dream
on butterfly wings that later flew away
and I fear I’m late.
Life just passed me by and never said goodbye
so I never knew I would wake up late
‘til I heard the flap when the wings collapsed
on my butterfly, and my dreams just died,
as I woke up late-
“Don’t you ever get the feeling that all your life is going by and you’re not taking advantage of it? Do you realize you’ve lived nearly half the time you have to live already?”
― Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises
It is sad how life changes, emotions dwindle
as the light of passion with the years subside-
And I try to hold on, something must be worth
to keep tucked away when it’s cold outside
and loneliness grabs on, something left to spindle
in the everyday that was left from life-
Moving on it’s easier if there’s a place to go
and fresh ground to sow seeds we never scattered,
hoping maybe passion finds a place to rise
and in late Spring blooming our dreams left shattered
into something new may then sprout and grow.
“Don’t judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant.”
― Robert Louis Stevenson
Half-way or more,
farther from the start than from the end
but not close enough to see the shore,
if there is one to see.
And I know my way but journeys can be tough
without anyone helping with the sails-
I remind you then how much lost at sea
I have found myself, lost in many trails
and so many times, with no motivation
to continue searching for a greener grass
in the other side, but at last I learned
to embrace the journey regardless where it leads,
everything must pass, nothing is for keeps
but to know the journey is what matters most
and not the destination.
“Not all those who wander are lost.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
Love More, Worry Less
Our worries consuming lives
intermissions of love in our daily play,
not enough love, too much worry,
too late at times to say sorry-
Sorry I wasted my life lost in lies
of being, on my way lost.
Sorry I let you go way back
when I ran stray.
Sorry I didn’t know the cost
of loving and letting go.
Sorry for years gone
past my door.
But there is no right or wrong
sorry does not mean we owe
a life of perdition,
so worry less and love more-
I wander in search of a better self-
spirit broken but redeemed every sunrise
for every night I dwell on sins
of past and present,
but every morning I wake and rise
and life begins.
No answers left in dreams but how I try
when visit every place
and every night
the searching leaves a trace
to follow in my search for better self.
If I to feed my soul should pray the Lord
I cannot do, I cannot pray
for what I lost or never had.
So much I’ve taken and so much adored
and when I tried I ran astray
and couldn’t keep what was then given
so when I turn my eyes away it makes me sad
to know for all won’t be forgiven.