Gone.

my heart

ls so deeply

locked away

no more

does it see

the light of day...

I REFLECT...

I REFLECT. july 09.


As l travel through a quiet day of gentleness,
warm in front of my fire, l reflect.
l no longer mourn the past, or the people l no longer see.
l still love to hear a good blues, soothing slow guitar, hammond organ,bass,and a good drummer.

l have had a good life,
had a few falls, but not deep enough that l couldnt get out.
l wonder sometimes, how l got this far in life.
l am one step away from poverty, l hold fast.
l am very grateful for a roof over my head,
and a bed to sleep in.

l have given up complaining about the little things.
l have finally started thinking about others, and how their lives arent easy either.
l love to understand now.
l walk through life quietly...

lm half way through life, and yet l still feel young.
age seems to be but a number.
l reflect. There are no regrets.
l still have another fifty years to enjoy.

So l sit and think of what has been,
and make plans for what will be.

Wednesday Morning, 12.45am...l went for a drive to someone l know, and on the way home...

Tonight;
l looked to the sky.
All so very dark.
A Full Moon; so round and white.
Shone brightly,
So clean, white on black.

As l walked out of my neighbours front door,
l looked at the trees, hovering over me.
They say you cant see colour at night,
I see all shades of green on the trees and bushes.

l love to see just trees at night,
A torch for light,

Trees, giant lungs.
Veins going in all directions.
Sound of wind through the leaves,
Makes the music so sweet.

My little walk has stopped.
l now enclosed in metal.

Heat from my body from being out in the cold,
has fogged every window.
Turn the key,
Sits ...

Finally, there is another view.
Of roads and streetlights.
Travelling smoothly, l see orange and green,
Fake light, to make it all pretty.

Almost home, with each turn of the wheel.
To arrive at my prison,
So clean and tidy.

Once again, the comfort of home,
The warmth l have built,
For my very own.