afloat today
water all around
stars guide me
the dark night of the soul
is left behind...
am I a happy person
now
opportunities arise
like a hippopotamus
coming out of the river
will the African queen
reappear in my life
my daughter
born of much pain
while I grow older
and youth appears
the cycle begins again...
Waking in the morning
can I have the day go my way?
or is there a sense of wonder...
finding through not knowing
will I lose myself...
and gain something new along the way
the past weighs heavy on me
it will always be there
whether I like it or lack acceptance
to forge ahead
I can pretend to be confident
if I’m not
There are waypoints as I travel,
friends
some close, others further away
their lamps shine
as I discover the future that is mine...
Will I ever find hope?
in the day ahead
expansive, free of thought
I feel new life
Where does it come from?
not from the Sun and the Rain...
It came from the pain of long ago
Unknown, unspoken and unloved
like a dirty child playing in the mud
a cool voice calls her
she looks up and turns her head
a warm room and a meal in front of her
why not move on?
a gumboot is stuck in the damp earth
Let it go, let it go
part of us is left behind
Like a sinner on a Sunday
come home for a roast
and discover the gaps in time in front of me...
I break down the word
like it shatters my life
as persistent as
a prisoner’s strife
A hidden affliction
in the dead of the night
leads to a feeling
that something’s not right
Will it shorten my life?
Some people think so
Engulfed in this nuisance
I try to let go
A release of ambition
annealed by fire
this things got me beat
no point in desire
like a marionette
I’m jerked on a string
I cannot fight back
it just increases the sting
a breeze passes by
I look up in hope
has the man and his hand
let go of the rope...
will I be free
to enjoy natural slumber
or does this clown
really have my number?
I get extra time
to read and compose
and look on the bright side
of no nightly repose...
Where is that Sandman?
I beg and implore
to show that controller
the ultimate door...
That fiery demon
deep within me
is restless
and discontent
It has no external power
For me
there is only one
Universal Being
I trip myself up when
I hold on tight
to my desire
for a world shaped by me
the isness is
what I’m really looking for
a blossom, a red sky
as potent as a new day...
