Waste
Is a negative
Sounding word
It seems to me it’s
Actually a good thing
For others and a gift of profit
Some glean the easy low hanging fruit
While others survive on the leftovers
I can see that every day if I look
The byproduct of raw material
Ends up the profit for the
Ingenuous agile minds
Waiting those who
Make use of the
Unwanted easy
Pickings
Somewhere
High in the mountains
Snow begins to melt slowly
Giving rise to along the way
To the grateful life in its sphere
When I stand high looking around
And begin to see the effect I imagine
At times I feel so insignificant and small
Until I realize the source of freedom
Is being part of a great river of life
Then knowing my time here
Will have some meaning
No matter how tiny
It will be profound
To someone
Else
Rugged
Deceptively beautiful
Worn by time warmed by the sun
Will the spec of dust we are be missed?
I am now content to just see the moon
Above the handwritten wispy clouds
Knowing that you exist nearby
Occupying the same sky
At the same time
Dig deeper
Into my mind and soul
Listen carefully to what I say
And even closer to what is unsaid
I’m not really a difficult person to read
There are layers of me you should really see
I know there is a part of you than rarely shows
And it’s never spoken out loud but in your smile
Barely hidden beneath your public persona
Fears and hope and dreams so beautiful
That you sparkle beneath the surface
Like a diamond on black velvet
Like the sun behind a cloud
I hope to fly some day
Above the mist
To gaze easily
At who you
Are
Each day
I awake to
Find the mood
Of the morning
I have to admit I
Like the cool morning fog
The softness of color and light
It has to be the pastel velvet
Feel that comforts me within
Like a smile from a friend
Who knows my persona
And still smiles
St. Louis Arch Seen Through a Playground Swing SetPerspective of the Heart
To see a monumental object
Through the eyes of a small child
I can understand the power of perspective
There can never be a truly objective insight
Without understanding distance and dimensions
Yet with my heart, reality is surmounted
Love’s perspective is always crystal clear
Yet unspeakable for fear of exposure
As the dreamer I always was
And always will be
Obscured
Veiled beauty
Streams of white translucence
Hide your whole face from me
Yet your essence can be seen
Between lines and beyond
The small bits we share
In our conversations
I yearn for the more
You will never
Disappoint
Me
Adobe
Against a windy sky
Dry mud and high clouds
It all seems so simple and common
So easily missed so fortunately found
People of value float into my life
To my credit I look closely
At the grace they carry
It is so rare to be
Disappointed
So very
Rare
Friendship
Nothing alike
As different as possible
But for one unwavering trait
Knowledge of the better angels
Preconception is a myth of the cynic
Acceptance and understanding is the
Grace of all true love and friendship
Closeness is not about proximity
When you stand by a friend
It is always about belief
Thank you friends
For believing
In me
Stumble It!