This is my life –
Like whispers in the trees
And swirling gusts of leaves
Like signal waves across the miles
And faces splashed with wistful smiles
Like flowers in the snow
And mushroom thoughts that grow
Like cosmic dust in empty space
And strangers gone without a trace
Like flotsam on the seas
And feathers on the breeze
Like scattered seeds on memory fields
And rainbow beads on battle shields
Like inkblots on the page
And birdsongs in a cage
Like reaching out into the void
And random acts of love enjoyed
- My life is this
— Wayne Visser