He walks down the street Where he sees shadows Of the woods that watched him As an edgy adolescent How the brown of trees Would colour his hair And the earth welcomed his feet That ran bare, unafraid Leading young guns to their den Away from the world of grown up men. There they would … Continue reading Almost Grown
Sometimes words can have two meanings And we draw lots for our choices Each with a different tenor Coloured with our strained voices Yet a broken harmony exists With traces of an early melody That grew cacophonous Catalysed by time.
Memories Dimmed, opaqued by time And obscured by several springs Come back to life Frozen by the timely click Of a digital cam. Logic captured emotion In megapixels, bits and bytes Framing exuberant eyes and smiles That now stare back As nostalgia arrives again.