life – Page 23 – Picking Up Roots

Music

the sound is haunting
in its beauty
as it rises and falls,
echoing in the halls 
of the heart,

the soul of this music
fills the cavernous depths
of the spirit,
its emotion tugs at the heart,
demanding it feel;

one haunted voice
rises above the melody
calling the ear to love;
it moves the depths,
filling in the holes 
of the unknown -

it brings life

Becoming More

I am the broken promise
of what might have been
and the desperate hope
of what could still be;

nothing is written
with such permanence
it cannot be altered
by a willingness to change;

the clock continues to count time,
until it stops
there will always be a chance
to become more

Ripples

day slips into night
which slides today
becoming night again
before the next day arises

do you take it in;
do you pause
amidst the cycle
to take stock of yourself -
where you are,
where you want to be,
where you are headed -

do you course correct,
or do you allow the tides of time
to carry you along -
from night to day -
without your creating a ripple