The morning drifts into
Three phases of awakening
Trees reappear for me and you
Though sun its rays are sharing
Here is something remaining
Happliy of the night
Heartfelt moon lingering
Holding on with all her might
Enough with tales of sky deeds
Every morning is new
Even bringing fresh those weeds
Ever hardy never few
Now all that matters is gratitude
No one ever is without
Nothing more true than atitude
Nourishing soul's no doubt
On a branch i was your rose,
Blooming sweet before you froze
Our i luv yous.
The night wind spoke,
While i was yet asleep
So you followed your whim.
Let's do him in
It said, but you didn't understand,
Horizons was the tesse.
So you sought your reverie,
And i, regretted yes, but
Determined to progress.
Left you alone to your seek,
Selfishness made you weak,
Now i can speak.
I grew and strived in sunshine
And in rain, all for the better,
Beautiful rose that i am.
Shane
I never knew his pedigree. Did he even have one, i know not.
I remember his colour though, white. It was i who named him Shane, after a Western movie i had seen in the cinema.
Today i really do not remember the nature of the character Shane, but i do remember, that dog my first pet.
welcoming me back
his wag tail at the bus stop -
returning from school
