Thoughtfulness

Sitting here beneath the partial moon, is it time to set out, or is it too soon, Should I fan the fires of my contemplative coal, as I ponder the thoughts of my soul. Watching the stars race, in endless mystery, Viewing the playback of my history. How I miss her companionship, her time, her love, Yet she’s return to the father up above. What do I do with the rest of my life, When there is a hole that was filled by my wife. Love lost love gained through the racing of my brain, you think too much some might say; “No” I shout as my refrain. Thoughtfulness and prayer will guide my pace, for this life, it is not a race.