Maybe Tomorrow…

Late at night, when it’s just me and the moon.
We both pray you’ll return with the sun.

Journal Entry # 127 – Chase Your Dreams

dream text on green leaves

Don’t be pushed by your problems. Be led by your dreams. – Ralph Waldo Emerson

Journal Entry # 126 – With Every Break in the Waves

sunset ship boat sea

I am not afraid of storms for I am learning how to sail my ship. – Louisa May Alcott

I’m Broken

person sitting on rock on body of water

By the ocean,
before the night.
I broke, from missing you.

Journal Entry # 124 – Worry Fixes Nothing

daylight forest glossy lake

If something is wrong, fix it now. But train yourself not to worry, worry fixes nothing. — Ernest Hemingway

Journal Entry # 123 – Women Too!

person standing on hand rails with arms wide open facing the mountains and clouds

A man sees in the world what he carries in his heart. – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Past Eight

Whistles silent,
brews stress pinched to the nape.
TV flickers black and white but can’t turn it off.
Frozen mittens dry from the blessed heat,
brings sweat with no one to blame.

Mumbles first, like there’s someone to fight back.
Then, the knee goes,
not worry, just wonder.
Past eight…

…old lady’s not home.

Forgotten Notes

Let me sing to you, my daughter,
so I may make the strings of your heart,
play music that’s in between.

Journal Entry # 122 – Plant Those Trees

Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces, I would still plant my apple tree. – Martin Luther King, Jr.

That Song

I remember that song.
Every note just for me.
Sweet melody,
aimed straight toward my heart.
Our souls in tandem with the music.
I’d bathe in the cast of your light.
You with that grin.
I’m there sometimes,
when I go back,
for a listen…just for me.

Late at night, when it’s just me and the moon. We both pray you’ll return with the sun.

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Don’t be pushed by your problems. Be led by your dreams. – Ralph Waldo Emerson

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I am not afraid of storms for I am learning how to sail my ship. – Louisa May Alcott

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By the ocean, before the night. I broke, from missing you.

Share this:

If something is wrong, fix it now. But train yourself not to worry, worry fixes nothing. — Ernest Hemingway

Share this:

A man sees in the world what he carries in his heart. – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Share this:

Whistles silent, brews stress pinched to the nape. TV flickers black and white but can’t turn it off. Frozen mittens dry from the blessed heat, brings sweat with no one to blame.

Mumbles first, like there’s someone to fight back. Then, the knee goes, not worry, just wonder. Past eight…

…old lady’s not home.

Share this:

Let me sing to you, my daughter, so I may make the strings of your heart, play music that’s in between.

Share this:

Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces, I would still plant my apple tree. – Martin Luther King, Jr.

Share this:

I remember that song. Every note just for me. Sweet melody, aimed straight toward my heart. Our souls in tandem with the music. I’d bathe in the cast of your light. You with that grin. I’m there sometimes, when I go back, for a listen…just for me.

Share this:

Late at night, when it’s just me and the moon.
We both pray you’ll return with the sun.

By the ocean,
before the night.
I broke, from missing you.

Whistles silent,
brews stress pinched to the nape.
TV flickers black and white but can’t turn it off.
Frozen mittens dry from the blessed heat,
brings sweat with no one to blame.

Mumbles first, like there’s someone to fight back.
Then, the knee goes,
not worry, just wonder.
Past eight…

Let me sing to you, my daughter,
so I may make the strings of your heart,
play music that’s in between.

I remember that song.
Every note just for me.
Sweet melody,
aimed straight toward my heart.
Our souls in tandem with the music.
I’d bathe in the cast of your light.
You with that grin.
I’m there sometimes,
when I go back,
for a listen…just for me.