Lifes Passing

Life’s Passing Looking into my dark eyes, reflections I’ve seen. I have come upon time !, speeding down stream. It has been a steady, turbulent flowing, it seems, like cold winter rains, - spring floods - lost dreams that carries within them, – on their journey to the sea - the essence of all that one dreams, could possibly be before they run on into life’s ocean, death, decay that will come to changes, some future day. Until then, the debris, time’s passing leaves, is the heart of what nourishes, what feeds, – that poisons the soul, the spirit it doth destroy – ones days, to live again, to know happier times, the joy of rainbow gardens under ones passionate soul, singing meadows, majestic mountains – protecting – bringing pristine lakes into view, reflecting images of you, diamonds, dancing upon streams only I knew, existed as the essence of all humanities dreams, dreams that come on waves of turmoil, and deems that all we dream, is – in the end – but an illusion that keeps us in a constant state of confusion. B. J. “A” 2 March 27th 2004