The will*
I ponder all that's happened one more time
The depths of view and meaning in the rhyme
As all my worlds begins to break apart
In final sum of visions of the heart
Love becomes a power on its own
Ferocious, fundamental cornerstone
It breaks upon the world in undertone
Removing all the angst the wind has blown
To wash upon the sands of distant shores
As meaning of all life it underscores
To wash away the contretemps of ill
That compromise intentions of the will
Where away? √
Where away, my gentle one? Where is it that you go?
Remember on your journey far one thing that you should know
This life can wear away those things that matter most of all
For if you are not careful, by the wayside they will fall
These precious things that are so rare, but so define a life
Can grind away beneath the stones of time and stress and strife
The Honor, Soul, and Dignity, important things they be
Respect for all, disdain for none; with Heart, Integrity
And, Love, let's not forget the one that makes it all worthwhile
Such fragile, precious gems, they are, that wear away with guile
And, with the touch, the heart's reborn, in waiting it receives
All answers to the questions asked, the many lifetimes spent
To find the answers, beat the drum, repay the gift that's lent
A wonder to the universe that cannot be replaced
Along the windings on the way, each life is surely traced
Some tales are told, some songs are sung of longing and remorse
But, with each step along the way, the story takes its course
Arrival in uncertain terms, the day will come at last
Retracing and replacing all the sorrows from the past
Small breakthroughs
It's funny how the smallest things in life reflect the large
And, how the microcosm shows the infinite in charge
A slight nuance, a subtle thing, is noticed as a change
It tumbles through the heart and soul, all life to rearrange
Inertia, foolish habits, come steamrolling through the day
But, just a nudge, the slightest push, consumes your every way
To move a mountain's easier than move the drone of life
To break apart mundaneness, live each moment well and rife
No foolishness, no coy belongs, no lack of will or sight
To move momentous mountain, you must push away the fright
Picturesque
There have been times within my life that seemed so picturesque
That left my mind the imprint of a complex arabesque
A feel, a smell, and pattern left across the fields of mind
All senses well arrayed to swell the heart and later find
A vision, blinding, in its gift to take the breath away
Triggered by a sight or scent or song I seldom play
A song in heart that sings a sigh that only my heart hears
A surge of soul that slumbered deep across the spanning years
Perchance to wake at slightest hint of something in the past
And thunder through the senses fully wrought and fully massed
Like breath upon a window pane, the intervening years
The sun burns through the foggy view and silent, windswept tears
And brings it all back home again, head bowed, I softly kneel
It brings the will to heightened state of majesty and steel
Eternal sighs, again, might be a phrase that I could use
But, breathless, from the memory, is word that I would choose
Beauty binds a way of life that captures as it sends
It happens just so often now, I wonder what portends
A hint of things to come? Of pure beauty's final race?
I staggerdrop and wonderfall at thought I might embrace
All of life, complete the dream, then, gone without a trace