mirror to the skies
even looking upon you
I find my North Star

sugared west coast dreams
eyes open enough to see
redwoods calling me

cotton candy stills
snapshots of screened memories
spun storytelling

she stirs to twilight
conscious steps after tumult
bright against all odds

dark skies are weeping
to thunderstorm lullabies
their gentle rhythms

a lifetime ago
my heart would not comprehend
the seasons to come

regrets to the wind
made of things I did not do
words I left unsaid

mind on a journey
without regard to limits
while I wait to roam

change the narrative
what was a dying blossom
is now hope in bloom

cascades of colour
after reels of black of white
I begin again

spend our lives searching
for only one form of love
we forget our own

one subtle motion
and for a fleeting moment
hidden wars lay bare

focused on details
never underestimate
the broader picture

I hope that you hold
your sense of wonder closely
even as you age

saunterer by heart
home is a place I can feel
through single still steps

soft breeze through the trees
gentle reminders of bliss
that lives all around

caught in the headlights
time slipping through our fingers
we might as well drive