impressions

in our lives
years become like seasons
and we are able to watch ourselves
living these cycles
yet they are beyond our direct control
we have to follow the courses we have chosen
and the designs they create
no matter what is at stake
we flow along these branches
watching the days turn into weeks
the moon seeming to spin faster
and the seasons are different characters
of myself
that bring their familiar imprints and stories
reminding me again and again
of dreams ready to be lived
actions ready to be spoken
and love open to be reunited
with a friend
that is always there
yet still something is missing
something more needed
are we waiting
or are we looking
or is it a search we need
to find the path
we need to take
to look for different meanings
in the exchanges of our greetings
and intricate web of thought exchange
spoken in syllables of sounds
working towards a greater picture
a unified mandala of synapses
painting impulses in your body
as you dance through the days
working your way through the universe
flying around the sun
the cycle of the years ebbing on and on
knowing there are lessons in waiting
as we walk on many streets
reaching out for the hills
and rolling through meadows
deep in meaning and melody
getting to sing the songs that have been unsung thus far....................

k.s.