Crickets Still Sing

Sometimes the sun sinks into the horizon, as regrets sink into my bones I listen to the crickets sing in the summer darkness of the night So many worries get carried away in a tune surrounded by silence As regrets fly away on the wings of midnight birds not seen Sometimes it would be nice not to wonder in so many ways Thoughts wander like being blind amongst the forest trees Time slows with dreams of sparkling stars that may bring opportunities Seeking open doors as pretty as a flower covered trellis to the garden The weight of the past has a way to replay, even after letting it go No matter the lessons learned, mistakes, failure or pain of being burned Courage is the only remedy to endure nightmares that may occur While the mind remembers somehow that the crickets still sing Never knowing what tomorrow will bring Heidi Sands 8/26/22