A Quiet Man

If you noticed him on streets wearing opaque

we would be hard pressed to clear a new path

for man carries the weaponry of wrath

when suggestive measures his outlook take.

 

Standing on the street corner fare in hand

waits inside crowds of unknown ambition

Childhood agony (a) primary mission

He would wish happiness in a soft land.

 

The train will convey a sea of ideals

all begun with ambition spent by day

his a persona, quiet man per se

yet still his life will be amongst the reels

 

My eyes search swift similar to your own

Whence is this such peace serenity grown

 

 

This Way, Every Day, We Fall Away


If a sun might rise in wistful autumn

might the blazing maple speak a sonnet.

For when hue shining spectacular let

sweet mind visit simple love is solemn.

 

Wake readily would human condition

in accentuate disclosure in fall

moments leading toward his callous gall

wanting her redeeming peace a notion.

 

Ardent leaves breaking free will symbolize

a passing, swift as a breeze will carry

forward important energy, tarry

none will be argument for we the wise.

 

Is love is meant is time is not we cease,

Whisper sweet we descend to soil in peace

– for Zelda

 

~ just finding my way, a personal journey ~