Even up high,
Nothing's fixed —
The pattern shifts.

Gazes locked,
Distance, shrunken —
This is passion,
This is us.
Together, over airwaves,
Over wires.
Deeply linked.
Together,
Even unable
To touch.

No life is free of regrets.
To strive for that’s unrealistic,
But there are two types —
For the things we tried
That failed,
And the faded dreams
We merely kept.

Happy Days
In twilight years —
Like sunset
The final stretch
Passes by
Way too fast.

Moments bright
On cloudy days,
Sunlight playing
Hide and seek —
Peeking through
Curtains dark
With warmth and a smile.

Milk machines,
That's what we have become —
Juggling numbers,
Balancing ledgers,
Cutting throats and corners
To optimize our spending power.
It is now survival 101.

Gently, gently,
Taking on
The unforeseen
Long way back –
Baby steps.

Conflict wakes
The inner stranger —
Almost every resolution
Starts with letting go of anger.

Trouble is a wave,
Happiness no constant —
Yet, either are reflections
Of how well we deal
With change.

Necessities
Ebbing —
Nothing that
Needs to be
Compares to
Blessed rest
Past trifle.

Discomfort speaks,
Yet, thoughts scream louder,
Drowning out the monologue —
How could I soothe your conscious
When you won't pause
To hear me out.

Lifeless rooms, musty air —
This is where we lived our days.
Were this ever happiness,
It’s nothing without me.

Reminisce —
Paper, ink, frozen time,
Memories from days long gone
Awakening a part of me
I've not known for way too long.

So much remains the same,
Yet, everything has changed —
Shadows break away
From shifting light.

Eyes that speak
What words ain't saying,
Underhanded conversations —
How dumb do you think I am?

Come heartbreak,
Come clarity —
You don't get to
Treat me that way
No more.

Happiness
Within reach,
But advertised at
Too high a price?
Oh, honey,
Don't stress —
It is but money.

Empty goals —
Gold, silver, bronze.
It's often not even
About the finish line.

How I love
To watch you saunter,
Hips a-swaying
Through the house —
My happy grin
And hungry eyes
Always follow you around.

Specks of light
In skies all black —
It's not the dark
That catches our eyes.