Outside the Window

 

 

Life poses so many unanswered questions,

The older we become,

The more you have recourse

To all things done;

 

There are those you once loved –

Now drifted away,

Returning in slow measure,

To acknowledge the pleasure

Of sharing of time.

 

                        And

 

            Many once ‘beauty’

Now baring scars of all they’ve

Been through,

Still hold in me a sharing

Of hearts, a meeting of minds –

And I treasure each that I knew.

 

                        But

 

Living, is a long trawl through

A myriad of unknowns,

And we hope and we pray

As we say our goodbyes;

That each experience is not

Stolen by harm.

 

            The casualties

Everywhere that I look;

And my own features

Bare remnants of harsh trivialities,

But beauty resides in each,

And still there is warmth

From the most passionate of memories

To stem the flow of my tears.

 

                        Still

 

            There is great injustice in the world,

Where petals and flowers

Fall hard upon concrete,

And freedom to be is restricted by

All we are sold,

But there is space even now,

For those baring passage of

Time on a frown,

To sing all the future can bring.

 

            You have to know,

There is more than just sorrow,

There is gratitude for walking awhile,

And though your presence in space

Is no longer by my side,

There are thoughts of days with a smile.

 

            No-one should harness the floor,

Not one of us asks within honesty,

The brutal of Earth we adore and

We learn by mistakes,

We are not drop shadow to be

Haunting and cursed,

Each journey is more than just fate,

It is chance to stride in your pride

The tall you’ve become

And sing from the heart

Like birds from the sun,

Basking in glory,

Each child to the sky,

Driven by enquiry,

As life full of joy.

 

 

Michael J Waite 1^st July 2010.