Gentle

Saturday, a gentle breeze, I feel it deep in me.

A summer breeze, can it be, peaceful misery.

Winter set, on summer set, waking up the mind.

Past times, of future times, a life on rewind.

Gently now, please gentle now, fingertips in the glade.

One finger then, not the middle again, let the passion fade.

Come swiftly back, please come back, back to our home.

Don’t leave me here, past memory clear, left all alone.

-OM

44.1

Sighhhh

My 9 year old beat me in a race this weekend.

To add insult and actual injury… I fell and am now aware of just how close to 40 I’m getting. Should anyone want to contact me in the future please visit me at the Redwall Nursing Home on Pity Lane.

-OM