Life's Preparation

At day's break
I seldom see
glimpse's of
life awakening...
In hollow trees
and under leaves
scurrying
about like it's
reckoning...
Resources
some are shared
and others only
few would impart...
But early rise
and early start
are not just for
the young at heart.

Proposal

Kissing underneath
a willow tree
enclosed by the
dangling arms...

Smitten young love
within us all
acting like teenagers
afraid to be found...

Like a Hula skirt
swaying around
whistling breezes
the willow trees arms...

Shaded underneath
this skirted palm
I asked my love
to marry me.

When the tower crumbles down

I have exhausted what
my options are
no loop holes
left unturned...

I have not slept
endless hours
ticking away
at a snails pace...

The phone that rings and rings
and no one seems to be there
chasing me into seclusion

I have awaited
answers
that my prayers have
delivered with
pleading cries...

With time running out
I seek refuge
in my faith
and surrender to it's power
ultimately guiding my way.

When Life Takes A Back Seat

You can wait yourself out
until pride no longer serves
you as a purpose...

As you sit there and age
beyond the gray hairs
and middle section
grown wider...

You'll remember...
You will remember
what it was that was shared

Those laughter moments
that hurt deep inside
the games that were played
when summers heat
was cast aside...

The tears, the fear, the memories
all became a reality
not for one, but for all of us
that changed our lives
unimaginable...

Now look at what remains
all taken by a fate
not all of us have seen

Is it too late?
to get on with our dreams
or has stubborness
and pride claimed the last of thee.