A Close Shave

Made rugged by time

Beard and hair grows wild

 

Strangely familiar is the face

Cracking half-smiles and promises

 

I have seen many incarnations of his soul

As his past mirrors through the white mist

 

I don’t quite know where he stands now

But I like his unknown possibilities

 

Forging through his reflection

I leave my shadows behind

 

And start trimming –

Shaving fate away

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Now

We get to where we are

Through all these decisions

A billion wishes that collide

 

Everyone searching

Everyone wanting

More

 

We spin in place

Dizzy feelings –

A gut reaction

 

And here we are

Fragmented souls

Chasing clues

 

Directions cross

Swerving obstacles

Observing the push and pull

 

Unseen forces

Dynamics –

Loosing control

 

We attract those we are

Through all these temptations

A billion would be’s or would not’s

 

Everyone finding

Everyone being

Less

Midas Touch

Rustling leaves

whirling by

 

the forest –

turned to gold

 

a breeze

whispers cold

 

of winter

of coming spring

 

sun and planet sings

and sheds its pretense

 

back to bare bones

back to life

 

made simple

again