let's walk together

we are together from afar

i see you but you don’t see me
we have not walked into each other’s breath

moments where i’d try to close our space

you’ve not been witness to my presence
our souls know each other. they are a part of
the whole of the universal spirit

we have walked amidst a common space

have drank from waters of the same lakes
brooks and streams my ears have listened
to songs of birds hoping you have too

if your eyes can see, theirs a cloud above

hovering over both of us and a grandiose mountain
tickling it with its pointed nose, it’s watched us
from where our journeys began and the path we’re on

if you have smelled the waft of lilacs and sassafras,

fresh morning grass and have noticed the rain’s cool
splash as you tilt your face up to the sky,
we have been in a common place

although you have not felt me in your presence

i am here with you walking through the day
and night, your pain is mine and so too your joy

i am a man of blood and bone with a heart

that wishes to share with you my inner most thoughts
share my vision of the world around us
and maybe we can walk along together
for the remaining days on this blue green orb

seasons gentle kiss

trees have begun to shed their verdant attire

now in wrappings of a roan chemise
and the songs of my feather morning friends
have changed from a symphony choir
to a quartet in a decrescendo tune

i am gathering these days and weeks

with arms wide and stretched embrace

and squeezing what little is left into cupped hands
the hording of morning air, the sleepy flowers
of autumn and their reverie whisperings of
the passing warm summer’s day

 i welcome the template of nature’s change

not wishing it coming to soon

for my ankles, my knees, my fingers, my hands

they read too quickly the gray and the gloom

as do my hair and my skin, aging change, they display

the trees where once vibrant and gay

now grasp for the slight shards of sun

piercing the day
 

oh labyrinth of life show me the way

make gentle the callings of my day
for my legs no longer of equine strength
my arms writhed in slumber of age
and my sleepings and wakings,
what’s left , are now in display

make common my laughter
and softly the kiss of the day
and to those who love me
lift their spirits in a celebration
to when came the joining of our hearts
and make gentle to them, like this changing
of season,  as i ride away