Young Soul

Young soul, inside this weary body,

Do you marvel at the streak of red in the evening sky with fireflies dancing to the cicadas tune?   

Do you pause to hear the robin’s warble?

And do you catch your breath to see the brilliant moon?

Young soul, inside this aging body,

Do you discover a song for the first time, and lost in its beauty, sigh?

Do you laugh at the irony of a moment?

And do you have a sparkle in your eye?

Young soul, inside this fading body,

If pain and happiness share the same love you hold, do you know why, and how? 

Do you reminisce friendships past?

And is your heart full from friendships now? 

Young soul, inside this dying body,

When death comes knocking on my door, will life come knocking on yours?

Does your light shine brighter as mine grows dim?

Will we meet again in the land of ever-more?

Fur Fairies

Cats are fairies in disguise.

They romp and play

With inquisitive curiosity

The hairballs they cough up are

Remnants of too much revelry

The night before  

Mischievous in nature

Going where they ought not to

They put paws, and claws, into forbidden places

They pretend to sleep without a care

But turn their ears to conversations, of humans and mice alike

And stare through their peering eyes

They meow and beg, purr and preen

Secretly knowing that they are fairies in disguise

The night is theirs to own

When masks come off

And the flutter of wings is heard

While their owners sleep

Mind Drifts

The mellow musings of my mind,

The hollow hounding of my heart

Marinate in a bath of melancholy

With only pruned fingertips to show for it

My mind drifts, momentary intrusions of surrealism into reality

Thoughts dancing like candlelight in the dark

Ideas flitting like specks of dust

As they come into the light I am aware of their existence

Sand dunes form uneven patterns, ever shifting

Etched, eroded by the constant winds of time

Nothing remains the same as time filters by

Particles of memories forgotten and remembered 

Feelings wander joyless through the shadows

Words, like clouds, float lazily and noiselessly in the blue

Memories, pieces of yourself, grasp to hold on to something

But in the end are carried away, dandelion seeds in the breeze