You brought me a mirror that walks
with my feet.
meet my conscience sweet wherever
My silver cord travels in this land of the living.
I wander beat streets in search of milestone’s dawn.
My milieu’s days will live with hope of Eden’s morns.
Silently I hear my heart pray to master rhythms.
Can I drop
into a solution to clean me from these spots?
island of faults – fortunes are not so hot.
riches – not money – it’s poor tracing paper.
Each tomorrow is promised until I die – live no lie.
Flowers are power plants I dig – clean dirt grows.
Spare the cameras – simple mirror takes pictures of me.
I love Mother Nature – let me be at home in sheltered deeds.
Bees use nectar for mouthwash – butterflies stay in
Powder rooms – their beauty races in colors.
Make me a workhorse – sense-of-humor – without tumors.
Endurance is a bear with it given biceps of thoughts.
Hope may be a driver who deflects to the passenger side.
Because of you my survival ponders – no dead end wonders.
I get drowsy – in the earwax museum I dare not
Sleep; I live inside a safe like the palm of your hand.
I look at my steps as my feet walk away from me.
Yet like a
revolving door I keep turning more to you.
a spirit yet my sins cause flesh wounds.
No human companionship
is the tonic for my lone soul.
My body is a temple – you
friendship attends service.
A candle is light at both ends
– heal my sick wick.
I falter alter, I win and lose,
make me a wiser journeyman.
Life is precious – I think
of memories – some long ago.
A joy came over me: I would not
change for many a joy I know.
By James Wesley Ford
of Indianapolis, Indiana -USA