The Boomerang

 

They say we come with nothing, leave the same,

Yet my truth is a different kind of stone:

You came into my life to play the game,

And I am left to walk through it alone.

The deeds I did come spinning back around,

A boomerang of consequences cast.

No peace or logic in this world is found;

I cannot understand this crowd at last.

Echoes of the Open Road

 The winding road ahead is veiled in white,

We chase the morning, unaware of night.

A gentle breeze blows through the open air,

Without a heavy burden or a care.

The wheels turn fast upon the dusty stone,

What waits tomorrow? Truly, none has known.

Why look too far across the shifting sand,

When present beauty rests within your hand?

The flowers bloom, the rivers rush and flow,

The path is sweet, no matter where we go.

Let go of yesterday's regret and pain,

And let this fleeting joy wash like the rain.

For life’s a journey, bright and full of grace,

A temporary, wondrous resting place.

So smile today, and let your spirit soar,

Before the wave retreats from off the shore.

Enjoy the sun while yet the sky is clear

For no one knows what waiteth for us here.

A Life Worth Shouting

The sun comes up and goes down, and time just keeps moving.

Yet the thoughts deep inside my head refuse to stop.

Everyone says it is time to move on,

So I tried, but there was nowhere left to go and nothing left to chase.

Life just kept happening on its own,

I had no real choice, I just had to take whatever came.

Still, I want a life that packs a punch,

A life where I can shout out loud and say: I made it.

A Shadow Play of Mind

 

Is love a truth that lingers deep and pure,

Or just a chemical cascade inside?

A restless search with nothing to secure,

Where longing and illusion coincide.

To tell the truth, I wandered far and wide,

And missed more than a single heart can claim;

Yet all these phantoms where my thoughts reside

Were empty echoes built upon a name.

Is this the ache of what is left unsaid,

The lonely verdict of a one-sided part?

No, it is just the labyrinth of my head,

The idle wandering of a foolish heart.

While others find their joy and pass me by,

I waste my days beneath a heavy stone,

And name this tangled dream a grand goodbye

To love I built, and suffered, all alone.

A Voice Across the Wind

I want to shout your name against the breeze,

Though knowing well it never would arrive.

How foolish that I linger on my knees,

To keep this loud, insistent hope alive.

Oh soul of mine, so weary and so blind,

Why must you wander through this endless maze?

Heavenly grace, bestow a quiet mind,

And bring me shelter from these restless days.

Though on my lips the volume stays unspurred,

And silence keeps the message I would bear,

I crave the peace that needs no spoken word

To end the search and lay aside despair.

A Toast to Bonds Unbroken

Today we raise a glass to Friendship’s grace,

A day to name the ones we hold so dear,

To call to mind a well-remembered face,

And all the laughter shared throughout the year.

You were the soul so close, so deeply known,

With whom I poured out every passing thought,

In quiet spaces where our trust was grown,

By simple truths that neither gold nor bought.

Though miles or changing seasons intervene,

The echo of our shared confiding stays,

A steady anchor through what lies between,

A bright returning light in darker days.