I looked for you at dawn’s new sunrise,
Through sleepy hollows and moss covered trails.
I looked through the pile of long buried sorrows,
Searching yesterday for brighter tomorrows.
When a beloved one leaves suddenly
Without time for last goodbyes
You search your memory files
Where last times are stored.
Darkness descends suddenly,
A soft ebony mantle
Covering the weary earth.
Starlight in the heavens
Storm clouds slowly gathering,
Winds whistling, howling
Flood waters rushing in, rising.
Foundations shaking, shifting,
A voice carried by the whistling wind,
beckoning from far away,
to sing, to dream,
to listen to the silence
We are, after all, each one of us,
no more than grains of shifting sand
moving in time with the rhythm of the waves.
Some are crumb catchers.
Happy, content, desperate crumb catchers.
Content to sit on the side lines and catch
whatever crumbs are thrown their way from
So many of us are facing serious
problems right now.
You wonder if the light at the end of
the tunnel will ever appear.
The old year disappears suddenly,
Like night shadows caught unawares