The Path along the River

I stood idle and unaware
of what was around me.
I thought of what I would do
if I was still my former self.
A series of inner shifts I can
count around six total.
Seems pretty stable for the
seventeen years of life I can recall.
But I never planned for such
at all.
To change my direction in life
was not the goal.
I wonder where or who I will
be in the next twenty-two years.
A great many things I know.
"Follow the straight and
narrow rivers.
They will provide you water and
meat to eat.
Follow the words of your parents
and your days shall be plenty".
Yet, there are days I don't want
my mother's hugs and a want for my own
strength.
To climb atop a high rock and
show off my chest hair.
To live with the wolves and go against
their teachings.
To fall, escape, and live for me.
But I cannot afford to live foolishly now.
The rapids downstream are unruly,
the forest yields no exits.
Will I reach the height of my ability
before I fall into decline?
Will there be something left for
others or nothing at all?
Will my fellowship scatter to the winds or
beheld tightly to my chest?
The answers are never clear.
I remember "rivers into lakes and
lakes into oceans".
Something big is being created from
the small deeds.
From each stage in life there is more to
live for and see.
How or when I get there is unknown but
its just a matter of time.

Where are we?

Since chocolate truffles fall,
there will be something sweet to eat.
A warm shoulder to lean on.
A piece of hope in terrible times
made especially for you.
However for me, its been
over a year since
I planned my leave, but
I haven't set out a route or
destination in which Aurelia
will be waiting for me.
I could say:
Who is Aurelia?
Where is Aurelia, What do I
do from here on Aurelia?
I need your help.
I want you.
I wonder if I'm being selfish.
Something is interfering
after I sent the last letter.
I wish I was someone else.
I wish I was somewhere else.
Searching for the love of one
across a multicolored globe.
I fear we will become the past
and nothing more.
Today the snow fell early
and I was bathed in cold light.
As I sit, I remember the day
I watched the sunset.
I just stood and watched
as the shadows were
stretching across the street.
One more time, one more chance
I swear I'll get it right!
Let me get back on my feet.
I'll make it one day.
I'll try my hardest
to smile and remember
the words you told me.

Lucky I’m fancy with my glass :)

I’ll post “Where are we?” today. I’ll post this one ahead of schedule. I was drinking White Zinfandel(a Barefoot wine) and watching an emotional movie. I wanted to post this with something else but it seemed like the right time. I felt insecurities accumulating in my chest. Also any suggestions on classical music by any chance? I’ve heard from Holst, Brahms, Claude Debussy to name a few, but is there any thing you like? Leave a comment please I would like to know.