Remember when Life was Simpler?

in this old rickety chair,
rocking back and forth as if to turn time.
My thoughts race back,
to a time I can only remember in dreams.

Those fondly remembered years,
when summers meant adventure and
winters meant reflection.
I remember when life was simpler.

Now an old man I can do nothing,
but,perhaps smile when memories tug at me.
How frail this life came to be.
The moments were lie dreams.

Before me I turn my withered hands,
each telling of a tale of a life,
hardened beyond years, mended by hope.
I remember when my life was simpler.

How is it that I never came to know,
this man trapped inside of me?
Now grey beyond count, I live for
only the memories.

In time I too shall pass.
I wonder who will remember me?
Will all that I shared be cherished?
Time takes all and mends all.

I remember when life was simpler,
when mornings were slow,
and sleep was another world.
Ahh, how I remember, I remember.

Lessons Learned

There once was a small village tucked away in a small valley in some unnamed part of the world during some forgotten time history. In this little village lived an old man who was known amongst his fellow villagers as some old unsociable hermit who did nothing all day but tend to his garden and spoke very little, if he spoke at all. He rarely went out of his little parcel of land, growing all that he ever needed to survive. With a handful of sheep and goats, he was able to provide for himself meager sustenance. Unbeknown to the villagers, however, is that this weary old soul has a secret. A secret he guarded for an entire lifetime. He spent most of his days sitting in his creaky old stool reminiscing times long gone and contemplating how he is to live out the remaining years of his life, however long or short those may be.

On one particular day, not that everyday in that village was ever particular, for that matter, it dawned on him that the time was drawing near to finally reveal his secret. Who will he disclose it to? A better question is will they believe him? Glancing over his shoulder at the old elm he contemplated again perhaps for the millionth time what those words mean. Carved into that tree were words which burned into his soul questions he simply has no answers for. " I am here now. It is time." What does it mean? Judging from how those words were carved they must have been put there by yet another lonely miserable soul an eternity ago. A lifetime he has spent trying to decipher that message and only now did he realize what they truly meant.

During his death very few ever paid him a visit. His graveyard was placed near a ravine and easily overlooked since it's been unattended for quite some time. Overgrown with dense vegetation it became another fixture in that landscape, unknown to the world, another passing of some unknown soul. Then one day, a young man wandering in the woods collecting plant samples happen to come along his grave site. On the tomb was an inscription that read," I have journeyed in this world with nothing but a longing to find inner peace. My life was a hard one and I was not one to hope for better. Only now do I truly know what 'I am here now. It is time.', truly meant. We are here for only a brief moment in time. We will pass on like a dream. For the time that was given to us we must give all that we can to make it worth well remembering. I lived my life like a dream and I now must pass on like one. Remember my words, weary traveler, and make the most of this life. It is indeed time."

Shaken, the young man stepped back, looked at the overgrown foliage, took some samples, then placed them unto his notebook with the description," Plants from the grave of a great man I never knew but taught me everything I should have known."

Out in the Blue Azure

The salty wind calling to me,
deafening all but my troubled thoughts.
This vast eternal bliss of an ocean,
cannot hide my longing.

I wish I have lived in older times.
When men spoke and mean what they say.
I wish I saw this world when it was younger,
when every turn is an adventure to nowhere.

I wish all these things and maybe more,
but all I can think of now is filling this void.
oh eternal sea remind me once again,
how it feels to be truly here, to be alive.

Candle Light

How I adore you even now,
that deep smile always warms me.
In this candle light your kindness glows.
If only you can see me.

How I longed to hear your voice,
even if the words are without meaning.
To hear you speak to me again, would be like the angels singing.

My love, let me see you again.
Across this table you are worlds away.
Help me to know what this feeling really means.
to love and be loved for all eternity.

The shadows flicker and lay bare,
All that I try so much to conceal.
How weak I am in front of you,
And this candle light doesn't help me either.

Flight

Amidst a vast blue sky,
with nothing but wind and faith,
flies a lonely soul.

A herald of freedom and life,
spiraling slowly towards oblivion.
Looking down on a solitary world.

What would I give to be free?
How would I harness freedom if I have it?
Will I forever be envious....

...and be drowned in this eternal longing?

Amidst a vast blue sky,
uncaring of anything but flight.
I finally understand why....

...I am forever alone.

Let me soar, this soul of the world.
Help me taste the wind and sun.
Let me fly and be free....

...flight.

Lollipops and Rainbows

Dangling on a ray of hope,
constantly wishing for a perfect world.
Where are you now or that smile?
How is it that my rainbows fade so?
Or I simply stopped seeing them.

It seems as though I am trapped in a dream,
where moments drag into years,
still waiting, yearning for anything.
Anything that will save me from myself.
Where are you now or that smile?

Take all of me and complete me,
for I am nothing but a walking bag of wish lists.
How is it that my life seems so dreary?
When all that you ever saw was hope and magic.
Where are you now? Are you smiling,still?

So here I am, constantly looking at my life's rainbows.
Hoping against all hope that they will forever etch my sky.
Hope is like a faintly remembered dream.
But here I am, hoping still.
Lollipop in hand, gazing at the rainbow.

The Seagulls' Lore

Alone in this lonely stretch of shore..
my thoughts as load as the roaring wind.
The pain in my heart stings like the salty air.
How has it come to this?
Where am I in your world?

"Will you die for me?", you asked.
How easy it would have been,
if you only knew how much I have loved you.

Only time can help me now,
time to sit in this stretch of loneliness,
time to remember why and how,
time to listen to the seagulls hovering above,
mocking me, laughing at my fate..

I would have died for you,
if only for my love to live in your heart.
Yet you laugh like the seagulls above,
Never to know that I have loved.