labyrinth

 

meet me in my silence
deep within my thoughts
no need for a map
to navigate the paths
of the maze
that is my mind

meet me on the plains
vast fields of thoughts
rippling in the breeze
clouds of ideas
float shapes overhead
in azure blue

meet me in my secrets
on paths of hidden thoughts
stepping through the forest
of my stories
the worlds within my world
will-o’-the-wisp words

Tint ©

From January 26, 2008: I have just finished crying through the movie, “Iris”. To me, it was a very depressing journey into a world I don’t really understand… or perhaps I do… just a little… no more than anyone else really. What does one say to those who need to care for a loved one with Alzheimer’s. My aunt is in the early stages of Alzheimer’s. I feel for her children. I can tell it is hurting them. I think that her condition is one of the things that nudged them into looking for the rest of the family… before it is too late. I started this poem long ago and could never finish it. Somehow, it just seemed to fit tonight.