Twists and turns 

The saddest song,

comes from a broken heart.

A dream unseen, undone in parts.

But we have it, to hope again.

Travel your road diligently, my friend.

Where once was a snowy path,

there are blooms aplenty, roses to last.

A different game, the shadows play.

A different wind does sway.

But the traveler, the same.

And we have it, to hope, to gain.

It’s not the end, it’s not the end.

the moment, now, isn’t for me 

To live on in time.

In the wind, amongst the trees.

The moment, now, isn’t for me.

To live on, whether broken.

In a half, or a token.

In words held, unspoken.

The moment, now, isn’t meant to be.

Life in motion

is of rare devotion.

Too quickly the days will melt.

And the memory past

will seldom last 

beyond words, unfelt.

There is a place,

beyond all trace

of repetitive motion, activity.

Where lingers the grace

of love, enlaced 

with the perfume of fidelity.