So many left hand turns

So many left hand turns

Acceptance and forgive

Regrets for not trying

Or words lost in the sieve

Opportunities gone

Choices poorly chosen

The efforts to keep peace

By remaining frozen

Wade with me the waves are

Wade with me the waves are

Gentle time caressing 

Horizon full of Hope

Hourglass sand addressing 

The sun and moon at work

Ships floating without sound

There for each other our

Overboard cargo found

Dreams kept in yesterdays

Dreams kept in yesterdays 

Clothes now out of fashion

Pristine and perfection

Slightly reduced passion

Hopes continue to shine

Light on in the kitchen

Again time to retire

Tomorrow will pitch in

Transparent as the moon

Transparent as the moon

On this bright afternoon

We cannot erase nouns

As for the verbs, too soon

Reaching for back pockets

For the object before 

The answers always here

Like the creak in the floor

Swirling into settle

Swirling into settle

Clouds covering the sky

Large raindrops falling on

The sped up passerby

Owls inch closer to trunks

Safety not for granted

The heavens release and

The passerby panted

Silence sings its own song

Silence sings its own song

Ribbon melody thought

Nighttime has many shades

Levels of light and naught 

Faces are a timepiece 

Expressions a second

The hours for attention 

Worry wrinkles beckon

Whistle through a rainstorm

Whistle through a rainstorm 

Weather without control

Accepting gravity

Not a box, be a ball

Out here in elements 

The robins in relish

Living a celebrate

Without an embellish