.Two Poems
Dreams
Another year has passed.
Where has it gone?
Where have they gone?
Only yesterday, one dreamed of what could be.
Now, they have faded.
Only memories remain real.
Within a small voice whispers,
"Do you not understand?
Life is the dream.
How we choose to use those moments
creates not only memories
but also dreams.
Seize them like precious diamonds.
For the sparkle and glitter
reflecting from them
will reveal what still can be."
Comment: Except for the final call, it is never too late. (The original poem was written over ten years ago. The above is a substantial rewrite of it.)
A Gentle Breeze
Why not live life
like the gentle breeze?
Coming quietly,
offering a refreshing breath.
Caressing all
with whom you brush against.
Leaving delightful sensations
of your visit.
Comment: None needed (Again an old poem fitting for Christmas, really anytime of the year.)