578. Grateful

I find that I’m more nostalgic these days,

And wonder if it’s simply part of getting older?

Or is it a sign of the times?

With evil getting bolder,

And committing further crimes?

I find myself feeling ever more grateful,

For each moment idling hours ‘way with fam’ly:

The one that I got to help create;

And, for now, sit happily,

Before it becomes too late,

And we rise and disperse unto fate.

K. Aldaya, 2/25/22

211. Beauty

Prescience of quotidian enchantments:

The dreams one dreams ‘fore dawn.

Flowers, stars, sun, and moon,

Would seem form’laic were thee gone.

Thy face illumes the perfunctory tides,

Of apathy…, banality;

For if striven assiduously,

Smiles freely radiate from thee.

Myopically one cannot do much more,

Then love this deb’nair season.

For one dreams, hopes, and loves more,

Near thy beauty past all reason.

K. Aldaya, 2008

204. Content

The wind is blowing softly,

With the scent of the coming fall.

I yearn for it,

And hope for it,

As never I have before.

The anger I knew once,

A focused beam of strength;

And everyday, yes every day,

I pray my blessed-thanks.

“You’ll be okay”,

“You’ll be alright”,

Whispers in my ears;

From out the peace,

Which does not cease,

Between the earth and me.

You’re free.

You’re free!

And you can be,

All you choose to be!

For in the present,

Heaven-sent,

I’m content to be me.

K. Aldaya, 9/05/06

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