We walk through time,

Leaving our tracks.

As snows slowly melt, ...

Everything has a price.

Even fame,

A dangerous game, ...

For years,

I sought recognition,

Without asking why. ..

Holes,

Are just reminders,

Of what once was, ...

Another grey foggy day.

A violin concerto,

Gently plays, ...

When civilization is far away,

And eternal silence reigns,

Through never-ending days, ...

Look inside,

Stare outside,

Gaze at reflections, ...

Growing up,

My mother taught me,

To look straight ahead, ...

I grew up,

Believing in beauty,

As espoused and described...

My most precious treasures,

Aren’t made of silver or gold.

But loyal, ordinary folk, ...

Rock hard,

Emotionless,

Strong. ...

Today I too,

Feel out of sorts.

Listlessly waiting, ...

At day’s end,

Something magical,

Awakens within, ...

As the years have passed,

Service has become,

A bidirectional need. ...

A beautiful day.

Sunny and bright.

Yet I feel deflated, ...

Sunny days,

Are not far away.

A few lingering weeks, ...

I used to be afraid,

Of being unseen,

Unheard, alone. ...

Start of a day,

Not often felt.

When horizons, ...

A red kite in flight.

Graciously soaring,

Under sunny skies. ...

Some things,

Are hard to understand,

Yet easy to accept. ...