a toast to finis

i'm standing tall and striding free
the wind in my face alive
as i feel my heart jump with hope
ahead lies forever, a blank slate
destiny as yet unwritten
behind i glance for a moment
i mean only a brief look
when beyond the towers of
a bridge aflame my gaze rests
on faces left behind
missed opportunities
the laughter of possibilities ended
though torn i cannot return
the beams are crashing
steam rises from quenched fires
as the river flows on
i must look forward
regret is the luxury of others
i give my tears to the river
and pray my new day is clear

spring fever

a moment here

the air is clear

and all around

a quiet sound

the green green grass

the people pass

a sky of blue

just me and you

pink blossoms fall

but you stand tall

what your eyes tell

it casts a spell

and draws me in

i cannot win

i want to run

escape the sun

the heat that burns

with lessons learned

what stopped the earth

and killed my mirth

is beating fast

in me at last

and should it end

with you my friend

then bury me

beneath this tree

my heart can’t bear

another tear

it’s you or I

must go and die

on this spring day

in lovely May