Wishing Dreams

A spirit guide might visit a passion

setting in stride life’s beauty is a ride.

Yet time does wait upon internal

remnants churning within my psyche.

While outside lives a life of pleasantry

agreeable acceptance and absolutes,

if only the traveling disdain subside.

Would then wishful dreams pass forward

an energy with love could line a reel.

May then we be happy with our fate.

May then lives a sigh for love too late.


©️ Thom Amundsen 6/2021

Vantage Points

1814

We all hope to understand truths

while acknowledging secrets

we might look inside the world of time

to find an artifact, a memory,

-a childhood rite of passage-

reunion, delight, gathering, loss, solace

in all of our travels somewhere it is where we call home

~

This too will always remain strong

in mind when reflection offers time

to understand our lives

where we began

who it is we come from

how far we might travel now

knowing a foundation of love began

in the arms and eyes and laughter

… family …

~

When visitors would arrive,

smiles would always ensue

a welcome of many generations

wise

lovely elegance

childhood laughter

the pangs of understanding who we are

began here

wherever we go tomorrow

we can always return

our own personal spiritual mecca

~

home is peace

Always This Laughter

I remember even in the darkest days, your smile would remind me,

a life exists beyond the torment of our own self pity,

we must relish the beauty of the day, and focus on the love we share,

together in this moment with each other nothing else matters.

I would brag about your prowess with the crossword puzzle daily,

feel pride when’the rest of the story’ would echo Paul Harvey

the radio sound in the background whenever the afternoon sunlight

burst through the room. I remember you were there, content

in your quiet and reflective aura, the one that drew us all to you.

We were all in love with your spirit, your intellect, your ability

to see the future without having to define anything beforehand.

We just waited and listened and loved the melodic nature,

your wisdom our gift, our privilege, a heartfelt truths, we were

blessed to be raised with as every season of our lives

became yet another passage of time. We did find love in you.

We did feel fortune in the two of you and how we became,

all of us a part of you, in memory of pensive smiles, we continue.

While dad led the way, all of us quietly knew he was as fortunate

as any of the five of us to have you as our matriarch,

the now silent fury of passion that drove your mind to exemplary

forces of will to teach all of us to believe and know true love.

I can hear you laughing, we can hear you laughing because in a flash

we know you are love, we are blessed to be a sketch of your love..