My glass half full, I seek the rest,
for a life that’s full is surely best.
With the melding of two filling the void,
fluidity mingling’s much enjoyed.
Partners equal greater than each,
love overflows, heaven’s in reach.
The pouring of emotion quenches our needs.
And with a splash the follow leads.
Assuming today’s to be the last,
yesterdays are only the past.
Tomorrow’s come to fast.
Accepting every day’s the same,
nights pass, the day’s to blame.
Tomorrows come as yesterday came.
Acknowledging all’s new,
yet lacking yesterday’s clue
Tomorrow’s risen oft black and blue.
Anticipating each day’s the first,
yesterday’s filled quenching thirsts.
Tomorrows pass endlessly submersed.
Assuring each day’s bright,
yesterday’s end with good night.
Tomorrow simply see the light.
Snow and rain may dampen the day,
but the feelings inside warm the gray.
Minds bright forever shine.
Lips smiling seldom whine.
Today’s create our future tomorrows,
where somewhere the sunshine glows.
Suspended in the depths of gloom and despair,
there death is longed and life’s feared.
Where darkness consumes all’s lost,
with one breath the line crossed.
But that’s not today and that’s good.
The sun’s shining as it should.
The air chilled but warming’s near.
Spring’s now longed, none’s to fear.
Thanks to all my many a friend.
My heart and mind’s on the mend.
The road behind bumpy and long,
twists and turns, some wrong.
Paths ahead are better viewed;
time’s taught life’s skewed.
All that’s known is there’s usually doubt.
But the ups and downs average out.
Like suns and moons we all rise and set.
And with changing seasons we freeze or sweat.
Grounding’s found in what’s always there,
the love of friends with time we share.
Always look to the high road
The view’s much better
When all else has failed
There’s always optimism
You’ve nothing to lose
When asked sink or swim
The question’s not sink or swim
But why the question
Awaiting the sunrise,
starlight fills sleepy eyes,
coffee’s brewing brighter skies.
I feel today’s a happy day.
Clearing is the persistent gray.
And spring’s finally on its way.
Summer’s next, heart’s to thaw.
The beats of two inspire with awe.
Sunset’s as one an unimagined draw.
With a change of hue fall we’ll thirst,
a future’s quenched well-rehearsed.
But I think I need my second cup first.