estranged

blushing over soup
turkey, talk and tea
you and I share
some pain
in estranged family

past and future merge
experience plays the keys
making music of the melody
lives seeking harmony

sending it out to sea
is the selfish choice it seems
to reconcile tides to ending
using lies to stay adrift
locks and silence undertow
all to be bereft

sunsets were meant for evenings
winters of lives well lived
truths for bedtime telling
when two decide to wed

Soul Bits on the Internet

I have finally reclaimed this old Blogger account.

Persistence pays off for sure. Now it is possible to delete some of those distributed parts of myself scattered across the Internet -- not an easy task.