For Brennan
(2014)
Dedicated to my son
Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song
Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.
In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,
Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,
I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,
Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light