Some days I look around,

Wondering what it’s all about.

No answers come to mind...

I miss those days,

When handwritten letters,

Were commonplace. ...

A strange day,

When clouds come to land,

Refusing to hover, ...

Our role in life,

Often changes,

As years go by. ...

Quiet, innocent days,

When we stood side by side,

Watching daylight fade, ...

The colors are bright.

Illuminating words,

I find hard to understand. ...

Spring’s freshness,

Colors and fragrances,

Are everywhere. ...

An out of sorts day.

Time for a rest.

Warning lights are out, ...

Time for a bath.

In an out of the way place,

Where our herb garden resides, ...

Time to fly home.

A quiet corner in paradise,

Where love resides. ...

Upcoming journeys,

Feel different now.

New adventures to see, ...

Today,

I feel alone,

With no one around, ...

It’s difficult to understand,

That even today,

We continue to fight. ...

Yesterday’s raindrops,

Still remain.

Hazy, fading memories, ...

Grow old with me.

We’ll stand side by side,

Under blue, or rainy skies. ...

Gaze in every direction,

To find the right path.

For it’s there, ...

Sometimes,

When rose petals fall,

They cry. ...

Let my heart grow…

Like those smiling,

Spring flowers. ...

At times it’s necessary,

To climb and stretch,

So as to reach, ...

A different sunrise.

One from the past.

No cowbells, ...