ACTIONS

I have to live with other people’s actions –

I carry them and their actions around in my head.

Their story is my story as I get drawn in and I ask myself,

why does it all happen? Why do I carry

other people’s stories inside my head,

if other men have such tales in their heads of other people.

My incentive is to keep going in life, take each day

as I find it and to do my best – the only way.

What I know can bring others to justice, solve mysteries,

put me in danger. I’ll take their stories to the grave –

will people do the same with me?

Maybe my stories have such an effect on people

and cause them trauma and upset,

doom-laden words of days gone by.

WAITING

 

I watch the waves hitting the rocks,

sweeping the shore in timeless grace.

I wonder when your ship will come in,

when you will be in my arms to show

me the way and to guide me through the river of life.

I will wander through life in search of you,

my heart will tell me when you are near.

Then we can be as one and if the gods show mercy,

we can be one forever.

I know we’ve all had a past but I look to the future

and for the joy of love to end my loneliness and heal

my wounded heart.

Maybe, just maybe, my waiting will soon be over.