All is well and comes to an end
The daylight into night transcends
The stars and moon replace the sun
Birds and animals cease to run
But rivers, babbling brooks and streams
Continue on as do men's dreams

Keith   Wilson

Sometimes I think myself clever,
a genius in horticulture,
harvesting perpetual fleeting moments.
A muted gardener.
Watering without promise or
sentiment.

When the air grows stale
I can disappear
(I always have),
like so many ghosts
or smoke
A nomadic farmer.

But today
I want to be
old and knotted roots.
stationary and permanent,
nourishing and timeless,
impervious to elements
so that she
might flourish.
I want to lean hard into the wind,
sway with it and
bend
while holding my
only purchase.

And when she opens up
it will be enough
and maybe for the first time
neither of us
will be
murderers of perennials.

I don’t want to be
the fat kid on the seesaw
anymore

The let down
the crash into
the dirt

I want to build castles
in the sandbox

Maybe  
hang precariously
inverted

Or perhaps slide
perpetually

Or swing so high
I might go upside down

then just
let go into a freefall
jump

I have a secret heartache
and it will not go away.
It will need
some time to heal
And it will,
I hope and pray.
I only wanted
fulfillment
I never meant
to cause pain
or feel hurt
in my own soul
as love washed away
like rain

I hope the other
feels it
That love was had and lost
And treasures
The gift given
Even though
It has now
been cruelly tossed.

So now I must nurse
this secret heartache
as I hope
for better days
and wait for the  
pain to subside
by extinguishing
the blaze…
By simply
letting myself feel
by reminding myself
I am whole
that I am worthy
of being loved
and strong
within my soul

Time flies by these days so fast.
You better make sure the moments last.
Enjoy the little things in life while you can.
Like the laughter of a child or the love a friend.
Take the time to enjoy what is given to you.
Things like sunsets, rainbows, and skies of blue.
You never know when they can be taken away.
Because time flies by so fast these days.

i am crying out loud
it falls on deaf ears
my pain is avowed
but only death hears

air is just a cloud
which my breath fears
my end is my shroud
created by less cares

this agony is endowed
tested by my best years
only silence is allowed
where only death hears

(A big thank you to all the ones who have ever read my words)

0rrest  Head  a  majestic  hill.
Covered  with  a  regiment  of  trees.
Whispering  in  the  summer  breeze.
A  golden  retreat.

View  from  the  top,  breathtaking.
Lake  Windermere  lying  calm  and  serene.
Mountains  beyond  standing  tall.
Basking  in  sun  and  shade.
Quite  a  wonderful  place.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK.  2016.

look into my eyes, tell me what you see? Do you see the pain, hurt, or just the tears that fall down my cheeks!!?!
Eye try to smile; as if all is well.. But deep down inside: eye need to Rebel.
You've created This fire inside, it's burning me up!

Look into my eyes; ...

Many bridges I have burned
Hard lessons I've unlearned
Rocky trails where I have turned
The path that lead astray

If you look into my eyes
You'll see there no disguise
My dark browns hold no lies
I'll hold on to your gaze

My heart still holds a fire
My soul you can inspire
Help my legs to not tire
As I go alone my way

Another mile another day

r  14 Nov 2013