thoughts dancing in lush fields of green
and forest glades pregnant with dreams

memories chasing shadows beneath the trees
and whispers of love blowing on the breeze

ephemeral reflections of childhood delight
vanished suddenly, like the coming of night

first death, then loss
one after another, such a heavy cost

so many endings, emptied of tears
too much pain, for too many years

but as winter loses it icy hold
there’s an awakening, deep in the soul

alone is a word with such negative connotation
but maybe it’s the path to spiritual elevation

rending the soul to its true essence
nature offers a gift of a whole new presence

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father, motorcyclist, old retired guy who’s just a little lost on a blue marble corkscrewing its way to oblivion

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