The silent bones of past
Lay frozen cry secret tears
A dust has settled giving
Footsteps a chance to be seen
A small breeze a bell and child
Who’s not a child at all.
Sirens breaking the fog
Bringing things into perspective.
Choices, so many of them these days
All hard in each of their making yet fruitful in many ways.
But are these things simply dreams of
Another man from another time, a man who’s hands didn’t shake and who’s heart hadn’t been broken for half his life.
Such tiredness holds these bones together with laces of hope and stitches of courage.
Somethings I have learned is anything is truly possible if you believe it is.
(Trust me everyone will tell you it’s not that easy, their wrong, it’s all about choices) Now I sit and wonder what adventure awaits this next chapter or will the story end without conclusion. I guess that’s the big question in the end anyway isn’t it.
Cheers and Happy Friday.
“A life in progress.”
**photo from the Internets