Quiet

Noise of the

city seeps

into me

until it clangs

like clashing

drums
and I cling
to the peace
in nothing,

silence a song

of stillness

I sink into,

ears resting

to its tuneless

symphony

For My Future Valentine

One day

we will walk

hands clasped

white hair

billowing

in the breeze

as we laugh

and speak of

children grown

and of life

shared,

like a painting

with strokes

sometimes severe

mixed with sweet
softer, shades;

and we gaze 

at our
masterpiece,

imperfectly perfect.

And so patiently,

I wait.

Airplane Dreams

How lovely to

be lost in clouds,

flying through

wisps of white

bathed in blue,

serenity in the silky

sun-drenched sky

Hope

Swimming

in the sea

again

vastness

stretching on

yet now

waves

push me

peacefully

to the place

I’ve almost

seen,

    a million miles

    still and

storms

may turn

the current

cruel

but for now

I glide,

    content.