A Mind at Rest

"A Red River Home"

A Mind at Rest

Cycles

I watch the line of trees down the drive
bending in the evening breeze
the wind pushing softly against unyielding arms.

Soon the rain will come from black clouds
gathering so near
they press the heat onto our shoulders.

There is no lights left in the sky
just a sepia glow
outlining the trees and casting shadows over all.

The bugs fly at the lights as they seek their demise
hitting the glass like pellets
do they know they will die, and just can't help it.

It is time to watch the Red bird feeding their last meal
for this eve and then head home to the nest,
day is done and with the night comes peaceful thought.

All things change in time, nothing stays the same forever
there is a right time
and a season for love, I hope I wasn't asleep and missed it.

You Fit Me Just Fine

I pulled my rocking chair next to yours on the porch
and tried to remember how your hand held mine
nothing was ever orderly in my life
so I guess you fit in just fine.

I never told you my real age, and I don't know why
I suppose because you were younger than me
a woman's fear of passing time,
but you always did fit in just fine.

I knew from the start we needed each other for support
so to leave would make it hard for you to stand
so hard for me to make a decison that is right
but baby you always did fit in just fine.

There is a whole lot more road now from me to you
than there was when I lived 3000 miles away
just a memory somewhere back there in my mind
but baby you always did fit in just fine.

HOME

One

Chasing a dream, catching hold of a star
laid back and pampered didn't go very far,
striving for insight, deep in your soul
alone with your comforts, peace was your goal.

Love, money, possessions or a character flaw,
back to beginnings behind blind eyes that saw....
hard work and sweat, and pride in your chore
more lasting than fasting, lean minds couldn't soar.

Graciously bestowing praise on the fold,
helping the errant to excape from life's mold....
going directions for the better of mankind,
carving deeply, not neatly, worn ruts in your mind.

Came into this world with a cry and a tear,
making a mark so that all saw you here....
then back to beginnings after all that you've done
history alone, once gone, seldom remembers just one.

~nea
© May 2001

He

A breath of night air
and a cool summers eve breeze
i can smell the rain,
i can hear the rustle of leaves.
I close my eyes
so the dark can invade my inner soul
I want to remember soft kisses,
feel a lovers warm glow.

We are so far apart,
because of this path that I chose
still the memory of strong arms
pushes past the door that I closed.
He said he would never stop waiting,
I told him to do what he must
and he knows I will remember,
and in his love place my trust.

A future so unclear
yet we will never be free
my love will always be his
and his, always, for me.

he and me, me and he

The Fantasy, Loves Ride

He would ride, by her side
the wind to their backs.
Big sky overhead, they were led
through the trees, on and on.
A moment alone, thoughts of their own
She astride, he by her side.
Pawing hooves on waters shore
a blanket of leaves, laid out before
we fall upon the ground
making love, no sound around.
A Blue sky, fluffy clouds pass us by
on our backs staring up in space
a contented look upon our face
our hearts are full, our bodies spent
lingering tingles, loves sweet scent.
Would just that we could always stay
and take a ride, he and me, just this way.