my footprints remembered

 

i sit still, quiet, but with soft instrumental

music streaming, surrounding me, my heart

and spirit join as one in this moment of

solitude and introspection

 

the vibrations of the soft violin and acoustic

guitar strings incite my brain waves to traverse

thoughts about the footsteps left behind and

the path where they have taken me

 

realizing that the grass blades that had entwined  

under my feet as i traversed on my life’s sojourn

will never be pressed under my feet again and i

wonder if my avian friends that sang to me as

i walked by, will they remember me?   

 

a reflection

 

a brisk cool has pierced the warmth of my abode,

it has chilled my uncovered bare feet, awaken me

and interrupted my nocturnal reverie as i open

mine eyes to witness the beginning of one more

day in the Gregorian calendar, and so in a few

more weeks, another annum of trying moments

will soon come to rest in my memory, in history

 

and like many, many others having tussled through

these last few years, resiliently pushed on with a

mindful conviction and personal commitment that

life shall provide better days ahead with choices

of surrounding oneself with kinder people, with

those that have common convictions of creating

our future days filled with kindness, love vs hate