Now that my head has cooled down a bit
The hot headedness of my youth has left me
I can see life through clearer eyes

I no longer demand much from it
I talk to it quietly,
As if to a mate on the road
Gently I tip my hat and smile
It's been a rough couple of years
I say, hat in hand
A rough couple of years
But we continue to trudge on

The afternoons are much kinder now
Quiter, and gentle on the soul
The nights, though empty and lonesome
Are filled with the brightest of stars

Mark loved to ski fast and barefoot.

His little sister, up on skis he put,

And showed his family how to fall,

Said to them all, “Curl up in a ball”.

Mark was a teacher, a sort of preacher,

Certainly a one of a kind creature.

He was so very good with anything water.

We miss Mark, but he left us his daughter.

Life walked through us,
While we laughed, loved in love,
The times drenching in silvery
Every minute glorious, glittering, golden
Forever to remember, passing many Decembers..

Life walked, phasing through us,
While we cried, cruised, crawled in cowardice,
The joy we shared when we journeyed,
Every grace we graced, many peace, plenty pieces.
Forever my friend, eternity my friend.

Sometimes I drift..
To a place far but more like home. My past...

Filled with dark holes that once trapped, one never gets out.
I'm becoming older, wiser? Maybe.