Time slows and age runs fast
to try and catch the heart
that remembers how to play and laugh
...
She stood at the sink with
her head in her hands.
Fully knowing this wasn't
...
Sunset like a cotton candy world full of color
fills the evening sky with mock representations
of the world below, now drift and float by.
...
Beneath the hanging branches
of the weeping willow tree.
Along the winding river
so very hard to see.
...
When I and me become we
and times threaten reverse.
When we stay the course
in opposition to today's prevail
...
in heavens tear drops
beauty springs from desert hell
a cactus flower
...
A Young Heart
Time slows and age runs fast
to try and catch the heart
that remembers how to play and laugh
The somber and severe become
sour and jaded with no joy
Their inner child cast aside
like a broken toy
who's value in repair they fail to see
Oblivious they progress without clue one
of the magnatude they'll pay in cost
till long after they have paid the fee.