Warm rains fall - or are these tears? Sometimes its hard to tell.
Thoughts invaded by my fears, I guess it’s just as well.
She sways over the azure sea - mist sways through willows.
What powers twist the winds ‘round me? What timbers shrink below?
Waves of emotion wear away the base, I hope they understand
I can’t force another smile on my face - or calm my trembling hand.
Memories play a cruel game, a brief romance long past.
Embracing, racing by the same. I want I hope won’t last.
Perhaps there’s only one more stage, some try and diagnose.
They say it happens “at your age,” I just can’t name the loss.
Waves of emotion wear away the base, I hope they understand
I can’t force another smile on my face - or calm my trembling hand.
Warm winds whisper to my soul, a murmured passing bell.
Drifting, swaying, no control - I guess it’s just as well.
Stephen’s Reason, 2006