The wind, restless, stirring
Not knowing where to settle,
Blowing, my face,
Upturned to its silent songs
Memories, coming back,
Time and time again,
At times, caressing my heart,
Other times tormenting it.
I am a man, strong and determined,
Yet beneath this exterior a man vulnerable to love.
I listen to the quiet voice of reason,
But this voice does not tame what is inside.
Within myself, I know what is true,
Yet I struggle to comprehend.
As the dawn of each new day brings new hope,
The end of each day leaves me with my thoughts.
My life has new meaning,
Each day when the sun kisses the earth where I stand,
And around me all that is good is revealed,
And I begin to think that I understand.
They say I am lucky,
For all that I have,
For those that love me,
And for this I am glad.
But there is this deep well of love,
That I hold inside,
Centered in my heart,
Revealed through the look in my eyes.
I would share it freely,
And indeed I have,
Always with consequence,
Leaving only memories,
Both happy and sad.
From all that I have experienced,
Walls have begun to encircle my heart,
These walls seek to constrain me,
To protect me and keep the pain away.
Therefore I write these words of feelings,
Only because I must.
Left inside they will only tear me apart,
They must be let out, and writing them,
Maybe I can again learn to trust.
I have loved deeply in my life,
Yet have not found my path,
The path with a heart,
So I shall stop looking, and instead seek to understand.
Understand what is already there,
That which lies within me,
The great capacity I hold,
That of love, kindness and compassion,
This I know.
I shall learn to share it freely,
And treasure those moments that come my way,
When the wind is blowing gently,
Listening to the song within it,
Knowing all will be okay.