Pebbles In A Sieve

             Memories

I can still smell the raspberries
            in the yard
as I climb the mulberry tree.
I remember those days of streetlights 
    and alleys, frogs and fences
          days gone by.
When life was young and endless 

Catch the moments in a net
But let them escape one day.
Freedom comes in letting go
You cannot capture time.


Footsteps In My Mind

Sandaled footsteps press upon my brain
And echo through the lonely halls of time.
The world in turn resounds with endless rain
To patterns of my hearbeat's silent rhyme.
And still I wander in a hopeless dream
Of never ending secrets of my soul
Wading through the summer's flooding stream
In search of one relentless goal.

So now the days engulf me like the sea
And I look back to years of yesterday
To find my goal within the heart of me
In dreams that I had almost thrown away.
I searched for something that I could not find
Ignoring sandaled footsteps in my mind.


The Sifting of the Grain

All and all I seem to hear
The tinkling bell of a silent fear
The tiny voice of something near
The deepening tones that ring so clear

The ever watchful, soulful tone
That appears to me as a haunting moan
The dropping of a heavy stone
The creaking of a skeleton bone.

Now I hear it oh so plain
The tapping of a blind man's cane
The falling clatter of midnight rain
The sifting of the chaff and grain.

All and all I seem to know
These sounds that seem to scare me so
Are the sounds of hurt and pain and strife
That sift with laughter, joy and life.