The weather changed
The air was cold
I bought a sweater
For your child
She wore it until she
Could no more
You passed the sweater
To my child
She wore it until she
Could no more
I remember the sweater
And your child
And mine
That are no more
I wanted to love you
And hold you, and
Cherish you
But the blue was
Lost behind the clouds
Lightning replaced the sun
Now all I want
Is shelter from the storm
We made something
You and me
We created
And when I see new eyes
Looking back at mine
It is not your eyes I see
But grand nature’s design –
Love’s creativity
What does it mean
To be more?
Does it mean
To earn more
To have more
To want more
Or does it mean
To live more
To love more
To feel more
With desire
And passion
And joy
What does it mean
To be more?
The rain is falling
Humming soft musical tunes
Washing the world clean
Born for eternity
Bound for one
Endless shore
Life is passing
Death approaching
The day once over
Will pass our way
No more
My heart shattered
Into shards of glass
You saw my shattered
Heart and with love
You gathered all the
Pieces and held them
Carefully in your hand
I lost something
And when I realised
It was lost I searched
High and low, not feeling
At peace, not knowing where
To look, and I never found what
I was looking for
I turned the corner
As you did the same
And you caught me
Watching you
My face burned red
As my heart skipped
Its rhythmic beat
I could do no more
Than turn away
In their black and white
Jackets the early birds smartly
Go on their way attending
To all that needs to be
Done in the new day
That has arisen
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Early Bird.”
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