Seasons: A Love Poem

When the sun grows cold

and skies threaten snow
I think of you
When early sunbeams bring
first declarations of spring
I think of you

When day's time grows
and warm winds blow
I think of you

When gold leaves fall
Crisp air calls
and I think of you

Self Awareness

A rush of energy opens my eyes

Dripping from the highest skies

Are pieces of my reflection

I realize how much time’s gone by

And just how much has been wasted

I look down

I’m not sure how

The reflection is just a puddle on the ground

The sun shoots high

More time flies by

The puddle starts to rise

In waifs of steam and vapor

Gazing up

I’m looking for

The reflection that has gone twice before

It rises up

Unleashed, unbound

I finally found…

That time is never wasted

Midnight Run