here’s a poem I wrote more then 6 years ago. ..
Night air swells around midlife
with all that we can hold,
into our wistful hearts
we sink, to comfort dying souls.
We hold hands in union
to keep from holding on to what past
we see the sinking sun go down
and feel, nothing was made to last.
Colourful skies, fill up with hope
only when we close our eyes.
Do we see the seagulls lost in their freedom?
Or fear hope, as our time flys?
With no darkness but a light so bright
while wondering through our lives at night
with dreams of not that all we dream…
We dream of love, salvation and peace
that the night sky belongs with the day.