Author: Devlin Murphy

I wish upon

a blood red

moon…

Where do

I belong?

Tired to the

bone

walking

the path

alone…

Tears flow

wondering

where

the joy

has flown…

Show me

the way,

this I

pray…

Dreams

of youth

fade

away.

Dreams

of peace

lead

the way.

Gone

are the

grand plans~

Simple pleasures

are what

I crave.

Aging

a gift

or a

curse?

Lessons

learned

Wisdom

earned.

Dreams

remain…

as of

yet,

untamed~

Finding beauty

in the small

things…

The songs of

the birds

the buzz

of the

bees

the love

of four legged

friends…

Laughter that

cleanses the

soul,

A sunrise that

touches it…

The flavors

of good

food,

the love

of people

that matter

to you,

the grace

to forgive

yourself

for being

human.

It is a

gift

to be able

to find the

beauty

in all

things.

of the wind

blow…

the pain

the stress

blow

blow away…

air

through the

grain

find the best

keep them

close~

blow

sweet wind

and

show me

where the

valuable

lives…

to ride

the wind

to sweet

delights

Winnow

away the

nights…

I long to

fly free

on magic

wings…

Tears flow

I’ve no

where to

go…

Searching for

freedom,

for friends,

for tribe

for love to

trust and hold…

I’ve given up

on the dreams

of old…

I fold~

Begin again

be bold!

I walk

alone,

I will fly

alone

into the

blackness

I soar

I ride with

phoenix

wings…

I’ve walked a million

miles

I’ve taken many

roads

Some I chose

Some chose me

I am on a road trip

I did not chose

No choices here

Walk it I must

it’s a dark road

that doesn’t yield

there is pain ahead

with limited paths

out of my control.

May I have

the strength

the courage

the stamina

and heart

to walk

this road

with dignity

and grace

guided always

by love…

Into the woods

I go

to find my soul

to let it go…

Free to be…

to be me.

Lost in thought

I find my

peace

and dream

of visions

and verses

yet seen

or heard.

Alone with the forest

and its creatures

I am home,

I am loved,

alone…

Into the Mystic

I roam

to find my

soul…

Web of

life

web of

lies

connected

disconnected

weak or

strong~

webs of

deceit

webs

that

create

webs

that

destroy

weaver

of truth

weaver

of lies

where

does

reality

lie?

Within,

of course…

within

tangled

webs…

Days of old

unfold

memories

crowd the hill

reach for another

pill~

The wisdom

of the

Mother

ignored,

living life

engorged~

Misfits

that never

belonged

no longer

long…

Follow the

path

and sow

your seeds,

in time

you will

succeed~

Listen to

the wind

and your

Mother…

what is it,

can I hold

it in my hand

or only my

heart…

Does it trickle

down like a

gentle rain

or a beam

of sunlight…

does it change

anything

besides the

flutter of my

eyelids

as I dream…

Truth

is in the

doing,

letting go,

holding on…

Is it Venus

or Mercury

does it matter,

if I believe…