Monday, April 18, 2011

The Sanctity of Hope







The sun is shining on
      the western hills,
and after a long wet Spring
it is a welcome reprieve. . .
I dig in my garden
  aimlessly - no real goal -
and find the flotsam and jetsam
of years gone by. . .

caked in dirt and rusting away, 
each object
a testament to a life passing by .. ..
a safety pin, a quarter,
and a small green plastic soldier,
   kneeling hopefully with
his bent rifle,
   the barrel pointing back at him. . .
I remember a small boy
with his toy soldiers lined up. . .
a sort of mental war in his mind,
bizarre sounds emanating
from his mouth. . .
the drone of a lazy fly

in the hot August sun . .

Life like a game;
we lay out the pieces,
anticipating the end. . .
but the sun is shining
    in our eyes
and the glitter, like gold,
    dazes us with desire,
we are blinded by our needs . . .

which distorts the map,
    and after each bend in the road .. . 
we look back,
but the way was lost . . .
long ago . .. 
              and we must turn and face
the approaching end . . .
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Refuge
by Giac & Juan




   

The music makes me smile .. .. 
and fills my heart with sentimental memories
........dreams to think about, people to love . . .
I remember sunshine . ..  and carnivals . . . cotton candy and children's  laughter . . . 
and I remember you . . . 
I remember all the good things . . . the pictures bring to mind . . . I remember singing and I remember crying . . . I remember dancing, swimming in the lake under the moon, and 
I remember you. . . 
I remember passion, I remember hope . . . 
dreams of the future, past and now . . . . . .
the colors of the rainbow . .. all that joy can bring. . . 
scattered memories in the music of my mind . . . bringing back the taste of yesterday and . . . .
I remember you . . .
The music is my sanctuary . . . my place to be alone .  . to hold close all my dreams and thoughts . . .  recalling a place called home . . . 
where  are these things now . . . but in my memories saved deep . . . I cherish  all that's in my heart to keep 
but most of all
I treasure
remembering you . . .

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Fukushima--The Song--with Ron and JoJo on Vox by Wiese



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