I have found in the past few days
that life without you is dire.
A living, breathing decline
into subliminal caverns of lonliness.
Were you anyone else our seperation
would have been a breeze of freedom.
Atraverseing through fields
of lilacs and daisies or
warm bright sunny afternoons.
Instead it imeadiately was a dungeon
of deep heart felt agonies.
Deformities of spirit and soul
for when the sun of your days
and song of your spirit.
Are many long leagues away
without contact or sight
lifes has very little purpose.
I wonder where you are tonight
who you are with.
and what you are about
I beleive I'll never know.
I'm harder to understand
than i ever wanted to become.
Now for the first time in my life
I am sorry for the course it has taken.
Not where it brought me
for it brought me to you
but for the particular roads
it choose to get there.
This collection of poetry addresses the nature of time, reflections on the natural world, the difficulty of loss,
contemporary social issues and gratitude for life.
Sandy