Found this I wrote from decades ago, how life then felt unsure, unclear, yet hopeful…
(march 17, 2002 7PM)
days turn to night,
seconds tick to hours
songs halt to fade, as
poems end when read
here i am,
seated alone at home
i ask, is there something more to this life?
what am i here for?
what am i supposed to be?
i hope my longing end when she comes
when tears go dry as i hold her in my arms
when i wake up one day
and realize i wasn’t dreamin
and believe that with her – beside me,
a new life is dawning.
i hope everything is just a facade
like the clouds overhead pass by,
like the sun peeping through the foliage
like the stream sweeping through the forest
i know that morning will come..and
i’ll wait for it
until i wake up to that day,
life is life – my life
and i’ll be here to stay.
