Decompression

At times
Only dreams
Act as those kind friends
Who help unravel
The painful tangles
Of everyday living

Wood Thrush

The voices that fade away
And the smiles that turn into looks of derision
For affection to be met by anger
And goodwill viewed with suspicion
When I am tired of humanity
When I am tired of being human
I listen to the wood thrush’s song
Who sings so beautifully, even alone

Journey

My thoughts fill with sun and the memories of years past
And though I walk alone along the cherry lane
I shall not look among the new flowers with unease
If the trees renew themselves every year, so must I
My shadow a faithful companion on the journey