Bright western sunsets,
Face an empty patio.
It does not take long,
For our laughter to shatter
The night sky into starlight.
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See the
World below,
Drift away
Without effort,
Take flight
Into blue,
Skies gilded
Silver and white,
Backlit by a
Golden sun.
Past my reflection,
Beyond the mirrored surface,
Lives another world,
Linking all humanity,
Understood mostly by fish.
Candles all aglow,
Laughter and good company,
Warm Taco Thursdays,
These simple things make moments,
That bring me that hygge feel.
I would like to make,
A suggestion to the world,
In the routine rush,
Slow down your everyday roll,
Take time to smell the roses.
Finally at home
To rest and to recover
Just as soon as I ~
Finish these eighty e-mails,
Three meetings, and these time sheets.
The Beat is banging
My sweet lady is singing
Lights! Camera! Action!
Dance party has just begun,
Turn off my phone. Fall Asleep.
The pen has dried up.
No more ink flows to the page.
Does this mean the end?
Will it not get up and dance?
No, I just need ink refills.
Reflection
I am truly blessed,
This long awaited weekend,
Away from fast paced,
Has been the perfect recharge,
Let’s hope the battery stays.
By our sunset gate,
The Mother of Exiles weeps –
Weeps for her children,
Both for the fearful elder,
And the youngest just off shore.
What amazes her:
Fear is no substitute for,
“The New Colossus,”
And the elder’s prejudice,
Does not ring true in her heart.
No, not in this house.
Here, at this Golden Doorway,
We do bathe in fear,
Nor do we take in those ships
Whose standard bears such hatred.
With these silent lips-
Nay, they cannot be silent!
We are guardians!
Tempest-tost we may have been,
But now we hold high the torch!