Mi cielo, dulce canción
Tus ojos brillan con pasión
Eres mi calma, mi despertar
Mi risa, mi paz, mi caminar

Cada momento contigo es sol
Pintando el mundo de color
Te amo sin fin, sin condición
Mi vida, mi sueño, mi bendicion

Unsure about everything
Dreams come every night
They creep up on me, overthinking
These overwhelming thoughts I fight

It doesn’t grow; it lingers.
Clings to ice older than regret, green with memory no world was there to gather.

The silence hums like a forgotten vow, not broken, just orbiting its chance to be said.

Moss dreams in spores and spores of maybe.
Each tendril reaching for a gravity that will not claim it.

This is not nature.
It’s ritual.
A fuzzed hymn to the act of staying where leaving has already begun.

So the comet loops, wearing time’s soft refusal.
And we, the flinch, the breath halfway drawn, call that orbit "now."

Distance Can’t Escape Time

      Our species lives on a big ball
In the vastness of space
All we can do it seems is to fight
Simply for the difference in our race

The one big question I ask is why
There’s no rhyme or reason for hate
There’s not one person on Earth who
Can explain how did it originate

We all dream of a better future
Yet no one can let go of the past
If we cannot learn to love then
Forever the hate will last

With this concept we find that the past,
Present and future are one in the same
You might as well take a picture of any
Decade and put it in a frame

You can dream  about a new planet in
A far off galaxy, a life so sublime
But eventually you’ll face the reality
That Distance Can’t Escape Time

Written By:Charles Kean
07/30/2025

"Listen to elders"
I always hear here and there
"Even fools grow old"