All in a Day’s Work

Running
going
never
stopping

Sisters

.

She pours her Light with Generous Hand
Like water flowing from a living Stream,
Guiding Life while she Gracefully Stands
Upon the Horizon of Mortal Dreams,

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Let Me Find

Let me find the snowballs
Rolling down this mountain of work
To feel my knees still, on eyes of wonder

And the clouds below
Spilling from my papers
To bring this mind, back on my pen

Fair Trial

Us, sane of the mind
Found reasons balanced, for law
To make trials fair and kind
To warm hearts, on sentences raw

Sisters

She pours her Light with Generous Hand
Like water flowing from a living Stream,
Guiding Life while she Gracefully Stands

Paths

A path I rolled upon, deep

Made of cream and honey

My heart, of butterscotch

Melted into itself

And the bees forgot to make honey

Neither Locked, Nor Spilt

A scarlet deep sky of today
Could be silky azure of morrow
A white puffed cloud on the way
Can become heavy in its hollow

Life In a Pendulum

The times I separate
In desperation, disgust
The times I fear
In dread, domination

Fragile Balance

Colors of life galore

In many a different shade

Gaudy, mania excites to the fore

Pale, depressive dies to fade

The mind bends by inches

Feelings above the line

Crossing limits by wrenches

Showing an imbalanced sign