The only gateway 
to happiness is
peace which stands
at the end 
of the path 
known to those 
who have found 
it as darkness 
where only you 
and only it
will ever walk 
side by side 
neither friend nor 
foe but one 

Hush little dream 
don’t you say 
please remain quiet 
as I’m still 
do not haunt 
with the longings 
that I don’t 
in my wake 
shush little one 
let me sleep 
and maybe tomorrow 
I’ll miss someone 

Love has
never been 
the finish 
line but 
only the 
start of 
one very
marvelous race 

I only look
for things in
my present for 
those things can 
be lost but
things from my 
past never for
those things are
the forgotten ones 

When did I 
become an olive 
twist and peel 
once I was
the drink called
for and looked 
forward to after 
a long day
in social situations
at a party 
now an afterthought 
and frequently avoided 
set aside and 
scooped up by 
hands of strangers