With a week to live
how would you live it?

Sulk?
Celebrate?
Would it be different?

Would you reminisce
on your livelier days?

Or love
in the last of them
every which way?

Change

       The Sky turned to a blood red
With highlights of various shades of grey
The wind began to blow a stiffer breeze
Hinting signs that a storm was on the way

A warning siren began to whale
Deep inside I felt the Demon rise
Feelings suppressed for years came
Bursting out as an anger of no compromise

In the mirror there was a face
Staring directly back at me
And I was facing the fear of the
Person that I never wanted to be

Everything came to a head like the
Mt Saint Helens Volcano when it blew
A creature had awakened from inside
That unconsciously I always knew

In the aftermath of the destruction
There was a feeling so sad and strange
I glanced into the mirror once more
And decided it was time for a Change

Written By:Charles Kean
08/02/2025

A leaf moves
we call it thought.

Silence gathers shape
then slips the name.

Truth is only still
until we touch it.

Even the sun
casts doubt
when it breaks.

The question walks,
but never arrives.

If on some night—
You feel utterly alone,
Even if unknowingly,
Just once, let me know.

I will be the silver moon—
Sending you a gentle gleam of light!

If the sun’s fire begins to burn you,
Then at least once—
Remember me.

I will be the cloud—
Weaving a cool canopy,
To stop that burning pain!

If you wish—
To wholly become mine;
Then send me—
A flying letter from the clouds!

I will be—
A strong embrace,
Wrapping you close to me!

To have seen you, even once,
was enough to leave a forever in me.
That moment lives on
quiet, golden, unforgettable.

Склонился вечер над тихой рекой,
Туман ложится белым покрывалом,
И шепчет ива тихою листвой,
И тёмная вода лежит зеркалом.

Взошла луна, и свет её холодный
Блестит в зеркальном отраженьи,
Скользит по скошенной траве беспечно,
Течёт река — и замерли мгновенья.

Вдали раздались плески, тишину нарушив.
Плескалась рыба в тине у коряги.
Такая благодать и хочется послушать
Как камыши шуршат — то щуки кружат.

И кажетсЯ: уснуло всё на свете,
А время движет плавно ход времён.
И кажетсЯ — один на всей планете.
Туманом белым берег занесён.

Стоишь, глядишь...
О, сколько звёзд мерцает!
Душа застыла — дух стремится к ним.
Что жизнь? Лишь только вспоминаешь —
И только Бога Славишь, и ввысь глядишь.

Над тёмною долиной веет ветер,
Вдыхая тайны улетевших снов.
Звезда вверху загадочно так светит...
Аврора пробуждает нам любовь!