Birds in flight,

Seem peaceful and grand.

I imagine they live, …

And when the ice melts,

Beckoning colors,

To once again return, …

Grey rainy days,

Come and go.

Sometimes they feel sad, …

In earlier times,

I readily believed,

What my eyes perceived. …

I like visiting,

The older generation’s past.

Hearing their stories, …

To clearly see,

Where I want to be,

I first must delete, …

There was a time,

I craved all things new.

Now I seek to rediscover, …

To crave attention,

Proud and apart,

Or discreetly blend, …

Looking back,

Some things from the past,

Are hard to understand. …

There is as stillness,

Hard to describe,

Walking through forests, …

If circles and squares,

Can live beside each other,

Perhaps I too, …

In earlier times I craved,

To discover the world,

Live in large bustling cities, …

My turbulent days,

Are no longer bad.

For now I can see them, …

Rare peaceful days,

When courage arrives,

And helps me see, …

Some relics from the past,

Belong in the spotlight.

Whether once used in life, …

It is often there,

In places near yet deep,

Where the answers, …

As compared to,

What my mind perceives,

That which my eyes see, …

Not every day,

Can be sunny and bright.

At least not until, …

In a sea of rocks,

Somedays I swim.

And it matters not, …

When I dig to reveal,

Parts of me buried over time,

There are occasions, …