Listening to every heart
Turning of the Mind
As the sun sets slowly in the west
another day is passing, having tried for best.
I’ve thought of you more, certainly not less;
what I’ll think tomorrow is only a guess.
The tradewinds of my life pass,
I grow older, never again the lass
that wandered and searched the sky ~
for I know that all things eventually pass by.
As I reach for a wiseness that is
considered young to my elders who are far wiser,
I feel the days speeding by
reaching for a goal much faster, for I.
Who am I to slow time down?
Yet why must my path be grooved in the ground,
when my heart yearns to soar the air;
and for a moment, I turn devil-may-care.
Again that silken haired child am I,
set back then to ask the inevitable “why” ~
waiting for an answer, then asking “how” or “when”,
I’d wait for my answer, and not leave until then.
But as I turn around and open my eyes,
much too quickly I come to realize
that the past is behind me, the future is ahead.
So I’ll think to say what others have not said.
The flicker of a growing flame
throws shadows at my own life’s game,
making me think of other names,
and I turn to you again.
For around you my life is now centered,
and I find that a bit of trouble makes the splendor
a lot more real and its’ also worthwhile
when I see that I can make you smile.
Things are always getting better
as disappointment can come from the best;
and this is why I say, dear friend
that I think of you more, and never less.
29 September, 1999
Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow