The sadness of life
Seen passing on a bus
A broken umbrella
On a once hopeful deck
Without railings
Under a grey sky
Poetry, spiritual, nature, oceans, love, trees
The sadness of life
Seen passing on a bus
A broken umbrella
On a once hopeful deck
Without railings
Under a grey sky
What is the news of the world today
Is the sun naked or dressed in clouds
Are the trees breathing life in and out
Does the river flow fast with song
Or slow with doubt
Do voices speak of their pain and fear
Or the neverending need for love
What’s the news of the world today
I have known great sorrow
And great joy in my life
I have been lost
In the long days in between
I have struggled to climb the mountain
And stared the moon in it’s face
I have known failure
And fallen into the deep wells inside
I have again seen the mountain
And taken a single step
If there must be darkness
Before light
Do I then choose the night
Before the day
In the clear light of darkness
I am drawn to the maps
Of where I am
I touch satellites
And rise above the trees
The rocks and water
Of where I am
I follow the lines of connection
In the count of breathing
I seek the lines in the time
Of where I am
There are no broken lines
There is only one line
I follow the lines of my blood
The connections between us
I explore with my various eyes
Inner and outer, the circles and straight
The lines of connection
The unbroken lines