Perhaps what I see,

Looking into her eyes,

Is a reflection, ...

Sometimes I try,

To find a little sense,

Drifting in autumn’s, ...

Side by side.

Sharing commonalities,

Undisguised. ...

Superstitions exist.

There are many,

That people believe, ...

Some roads,

Lead to distractions,

That warm the night. ...

To lay down,

On grassy a field,

Watching the clouds, ...

Neglect shows.

Inside or out,

Matters not. ...

When doors are locked,

The road blocked,

And not so easy, ...

Small remote villages,

Appeal to me.

Everyday gracious acts, ...

Some night,

When sleep hides,

As thoughts rewind, ...

Once young,

Useful and fresh,

Stages in life, ...

Life,

Is hard.

Many things, ...

Silently and graciously,

They live,

Until for a cause, ...

As the years,

Have gradually passed,

And I rewind the past, ...

Some days,

I neglect to care.

It’s not a willing act, ...

Removed.

On the periphery,

Of today’s modern world. ...

Perhaps thoughts,

Are water like.

It takes years, ...

I used to climb,

Thinking it’s growth.

Until I learned, ...

Days,

That seem upside down,

Are no longer bothersome. ...

No matter how tightly packed,

Or thick the concrete,

Hearts often find ways, ...