They say just give it time

They say just give it time
Or only time will tell
Here I am still shouting
And no one hears my yell

My loved ones are passing
The end, beneath a stone
Not bothered by weather
Day after day, alone

Losing its relevance

Losing its relevance

Its importance fading

Rebellion retarding

Blinding light now shading

Simply discarded like

Generations, decades

And designs in fashion

Seems only time pervades

Put away the questions

Put away the questions

The dogwood is blooming

The sun is high above

While rain clouds are looming

Along the horizon

Soon the rain will fall, so

Hurry in the garden

And tend to what you know

Into the abstract me

Into the abstract me
Past the known and order
Throwing sparks in the void
Surpassing each border

Letting go of the past
Tomorrow is a marker
To reach, shed light but then
Head into the darker

Wanting the familiar

Wanting the familiar
Rereading the same book
The well traveled road home
Your eyes and thoughts, your look

No taste for the foreign
The exotic grows stale
Again the northern star
The floor, its grain, its nail

We have reached the top and

We have reached the top and

The world is at our feet

Heads high with a sense of

No failure or defeat

We will wait for sunset

When we begin descent

Looking back with pride and

Over-the-top content

To never look forward

To never look forward
And able to forget
To live in the moment
Without plans or regret

In a breath, in a blink
Smell the air, see the view
Hear the hum, taste the Life
Feel the wind passing through

To see the world again

To see the world again
From the eyes of a child
Once brand new and pure not
At all unsure or wild

The wonder, amazement
Simple joy found in time
Once innocent and small
No terrorists or crime

Layer after layer

Layer after layer

The sediment of years

Here again the marker

That never disappears

A fossil memory

An imprint caught in time

The joy, the happiness

When we were in our prime

The why or the wherefore

The why or the wherefore

The rain is subsiding

The searching for answers

No longer residing

In the heart or the mind

The sun is coming through

The day is beckoning

To forego any clue

A blanket on the day

A blanket on the day
The cloud cover is still
Time can be heard ticking
Future to now to nil

No sense of hierarchy
Randomness and ruin
Imperfection lurking
And chaos a shoo-in

Is there some higher plane

Is there some higher plane
A greater sense of me
Can I expand, explore
Strike a different key

Or reach a higher note
Beyond my skill or scope
Does it take belief or
Perseverance and hope