kalua

In this my time of waking
Time for us as anyone
My Indian sun

Memory - a feeling
Lost in this - to long here
Time for peace

The air was free at Blossom
The water deep at Nelson Ledges - please
Where is return
The snow is gone
THE SNOW IS GONE

Now how I long for winter again
the softest touch - the deepest wounds
my time is near
Nights addle but full of stifled cries of fear
Each morning courts this new belonging
without tears
My compromise
MY COMPROMISE

Indian summers left to find me
Orange trees and bluegrass seasons come to mind
Bold companions left behind me
to hide behind
left behind
across the sea
under a cloud
over a sail - drinking the wind
atop a wave - of simple emotions
of threnody
threnody

Brad and Tim
Diane and Darren
Paul and Ray
Sally and Steve
Kurt and Cat
Greg and James
Ronnie and Mike
Jessica -
mom and dad
and LISA