Even I

I stood once on a tired hill
surveying the land around me
And no matter which way I look
nothingness surrounds me
For everything I once held dear
crumbles away to dust
The sky, she burns
The grass, it fades
My heart is not content
but do I expect too much?
All things change and
without change is death
Time is the thing to treasure
For time passes all things,
even I.

Soft to the Touch

I was walking today, out among the dunes
I had overlooked them for so long,
but today I noticed that they were green
and plush and soft to the touch
I took off my shoes and rubbed my toes in the grass
while the birds passed by

The sky was blue, the clouds puffy
I had always assumed them monochrome and lumpy
why is today different
and so nice and everything soft to the touch
I laid down and closed my eyes against the glow
while the sun passed overhead

And then it happened, there in a dream
The things I had never noticed were obvious
so now I see life
and all of its beauty is soft to the touch
I wanted to keep my eyes closed and watch
while my dreams passed on

On the Other Side of the Mirror

When passing through town caught mirror reflects
With shoulder-fallen hair as liquid gold
Determin-ed eyes and set of mouth bold
Too young to be me, and yet those aspects
Fell away t'ward illogic with the prospects
Of them showing me the life that is stowed
Away deep, waiting to become centerfold
And prominent, now and then recollects.
Compelled and in the mirror beheld
The old beauty that was one manifold
Beauty that was florid, fluid, vivid
May this my aspiring vision upheld
So to make my self that is now languid
A hybrid of now and then, less putid.