Alone I drift Through a life of change Seeking no specific answers Reacting only when necessary. The constant flow of time Sometimes quicker Other times painfully slow Marks my passage. Sometime I drift In thoughts And dreams Sometimes I drift In simple black and white And then in colour Sometimes I drift In meditation and sometimes in confusion Sometimes I drift On clouds Of ecstasy and pain Sometimes I drift And build Fantastic structures Sometimes I drift Alone And at peace Sometimes I drift In ideas Of transcendence Sometimes I just drift
seldom comes a sign
let the waters cleanse your soul
throw caution to sea
tide ebbs to the east
the sun climbs towards the west
life is give and take
Does the sun rise for me,
Or am I rushing to greet it?
Does the moon forget to touch me
As she slips below the horizon,
Or have I simply failed to watch anymore?
Does a friend slight me,
Or do I fail to understand his pain?
Does a relationship turn sour,
Or was there nothing there to begin with?
Does the old soldier sip quietly on a rum
Because he needs the drink,
Or does he salute dead mates?
Is life a construction site,
or a constant reconstruction site?
I’m not sure…
summer zephyr shifts
bamboo, rice paper and dreams
held back by a thread