Conversation

The space is always there.. still empty .. usused!
The dark of night and the bright of day displayed!
Like the warmth of the sun, the space remains!
Always the place where two can meet, in a brief passing!
Just as before, and after the passing, the perfume of life is there!
Still empty, still unused, but always remaining!
For the passing souls to stop and occupy for that brief moment!

It Still Continues

Even though the miles be many and the light of sun different..
The memories, the thoughts, the word touches that remain..
The directions the word paths have taken, the places touched..
Make a memorable spot to remain close to the friendship they build..
The sun still rises in the East and sets in the West..
The time goes on, and the knowledge exchanged enlightens the mingled minds..
No, not a physical love, but a love of minds and thoughts and knowledge love grows..
As the miles are shortened by the mode of the world and the light still exists..
Something that will always be present….

Sometimes the Spring!!

Mother Nature has a way,
Of fooling the citizens of earth.
A sunny day can melt the cover,
And make the day like May.

And though the food for life is there,
The instinct of soul prevails.
And feathered friends revert to look,
For things, where nature normal puts.

But though this quirk of deception is there,
It soon will be gone again.
And the citizen returns to find his food,
Where other friends provide.