With you I have the world. 

 Transition from reality.

The Rhythm

We move together through the days and nights

reaching the realm of sleep to renew ourselves

Morning comes again and we begin anew the 

routine of our daily lives to make ends meet

Finding meaning can be a struggle for many

We find it and change our minds and find it 

There is truth in the rhythm of the seasons

There is truth in the days and the nights

There is truth in the routine of our days

Wisdom and Courtesy

 We are all sitting around at the end of the day,

Or the start of morning, getting older, hopefully wiser,

And musing upon days past and those to come. 

 

Sunrise reveals all hidden by the night.

Light can only fall upon the soul that allows it.

I have pried myself upon on the altar of my mistakes.

 

My youth was too ignorant and prideful.

Even now, I wonder if I have truly learned anything.

I hold on to what I must and discard the rest.

 

I don’t blame you for letting me go.

Please allow me the same courtesy.

 

 

darkness has fallen

trees rooted firmly in place

no thaw until spring

At The Beginning

The sunrise

The yawns

The coffee

       warm and good

The silence 

       of morning

The body

       at rest now moves

The cycle

       complete

                       another

            begins