Across the Far Horizon
• 01/01/23 at 10:38PM •Across the far horizon,
across the vast sea,
I'll search the World over
until I find my love, thee.
Retired for many years and now re-discovering some writings, from long ago, along with new endeavor to help save my soul.
Across the far horizon,
across the vast sea,
I'll search the World over
until I find my love, thee.
Breakfast Club is meeting.
Six players in the pool.
The leader, a psychiatrist,
discussing, anyone a fool?
Is it wrong to ask
someone to remove their mask,
allowing me to see
their face? May I ask?
A simple question.
A complicated life,
when you care for
one with Dementia, my wife.
What answers to give,
what words to say,
except, please forgive me,
if I cannot stay.
A full circle of love,
has appeared in my mind.
Wondering now, about
a circle of love, this kind.
This year, nearing its end.
Too many questions asked,
too few the answers.
Now we must pretend.
Acting becomes a way of life.
Pretend our lives are good.
Clarify your position, make sure
you're not misunderstood.
Words are flowing,
as my mind runs amok.
I don't know what I'll
write. It won't be Tik Tok.
What words I think
or the words I hear,
I must write them quickly
or they will disappear.
Disappear, as in vanish,
no matter how hard I try,
those words in my thoughts
will be gone, no goodbye.
What is it like
in this mind of mine?
Spontaneous words appear
from my thoughts or thine.
I love to write,
knowing this is true.
If I couldn't write,
what would I do?
I need to talk.
These words are mine.
When I write for you,
I feel sublime.
Why do I write,
when I have time?
It's simply because
I want it to rhyme.
I'll write about you,
the view I saw.
I am selfish, that way,
not my only flaw.
When I see you,
my heart does a flutter.
You are the picture,
I'm merely the shutter.
Please hear
the words I say.
I find you beautiful
in every way.
Want not the World.
Avoid any bad scene,
the love in the World
has turned into mean.
A cynical view
of what is today.
Caution is the word.
Heed what I say.
Full of emotions,
it's hard to think
about tomorrow's
swim or sink.
Off in the distance,
hearing sound of a drum.
Is it a signal now
of what is to come?