WALK ALONE

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I walk alone each night

On cold, country roads.

No one calls my name.

No one cares to stop.

I walk alone each night,

Hoping to find the one for me,

The one who calls my name,

And who cares enough to stop.

STOP

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Waimanalo Sunrise | David Pope

Take the time.

Stop.

Watch.

Listen.

Breathe.

Sigh.

MOVE TOO FAST

Life moves too fast.

People rushing back and forth.

Where are they going?

Do they reach their destinations?

Rushing.

Everything a blur.

Faces and lights flashing by.

Stop!

Take a breath.

What happened to enjoying life?

Living for the moment.

When does that happen?

HOLD TIGHT

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I reach for it.

I close my fingers.

But I can’t catch it.

It filters through.

Continuing on its journey.

Nothing can stop it.

Nothing can hold it.

CALL MY NAME

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I walk alone in the cold night.

On roads cleared but deserted.

No one calls my name to stop.

No one cares to see who I am.

I walk alone every night.

Hoping to find the one for me.

Hoping someone calls my name.

And cares enough to stop.

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TICKING AWAY

Time is ticking away.
I fear I cannot stay.
Goodbyes must be fast,
And soon in the past.
My train is on the track.
I don’t have time to pack.
So sad to leave today,
But what is there to say?
Goodbye my dear for now 
As I take my last bow.

STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN

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Stairway to Heaven, Lello Bookshop, Portugal, 2015. Reinhard Görner. Lambda print

The stairway to heaven.

Where will it lead us?

To our family?

To happier times?

We could always dream.