Elevated expectations became empty years maybe better forgotten
And half-hearted hope in wishing for one more day
One more chance to get it right
To feel the fires of young again
If just for an hour …. or a brief moment
Or God willing, maybe what remains of a lifetime
To know the thrill without the fear
To revel in glory …. or is it fascination?
To be without cares
And shout joyfully in silence into the night
Reclaiming elusive fragments of short stories
Or giving life to random occurring dreams
The last encounter, I remember it vaguely
But still feel the warmth
Distant but present
And regrets in the ending
I used to face your horizon and send notes in the winds
Unscreened messages between the north and the south
Attached to wandering and reluctant stars
Unsure of destination and wary of translation
Over a waning and chilly decade ago
Could it be time for resounding renewal
Time to reopen forgotten possibilities
And recall the molten rarified air
Before being assigned to infinite oblivion
Before its life possibility grows any shorter
November 2014
Looking back at a life, wondering if it's too late? Wanting to feel again but afraid to feel again. Are the risks too great?
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