Simpler Times

Whatever happened to simple joys Those things of wonder That we enjoyed so much in childhood Like the art of making paper airplanes Or just digging in the dirt -Kel Dayheart

Father Time

Father time's face Is rather stern But with a constant tick He looks out at all But does not see He screeches in the morning But has no voice   Father time Tells a lot But no one listens -Kel Dayheart


The longer you travel The more you sink-- Sink deeper and deeper into the abyss That is the haze of exhaustion -Kel Dayheart


Ideas float around my head Taking their time reaching my pen They like to take the scenic route -Kel Dayheart


We live our lives Waiting in line Hoping that the wait Will be short And soon, soon It will be Our turn -Kel Dayheart

Waiting for Lightning

A storm is approaching Electrifying the air I stand at the edge Of the roaring sea To see what I can Waiting patiently to see Lightning strike the water   I am at the edge Waiting patiently like a lightning rod -Kel Dayheart

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