The Path

I’ve been watching a quiet rain.
I am following a difficult road.
Did I lose the path to a safe haven?

I do not feel that I belong.
I wonder about strange mysteries.
This place is alien and confusing.
I have been planning to travel away.
I have lost my home; I have few choices.

I am at the shore of the ocean.
I see seagulls darting here and there.
I want to hope as I look for clues.
The sand is wet along the beach.

The world was not made for one like me.
I sink beneath the waves and try to sleep.

A peace flows over me and I rest.

William Wayne Smith

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The Bright Sun

The shining sun woke me this morning.
I was startled by the glory of its light.

My plans today are vague.
The steps I take will be spontaneous.
I don’t need to know the future.

My visit to the square is fun.
I see the flowers full of natural beauty.

The clouds are spread above.
I see the blue and laugh.
The sun is shaded and I walk home.

William Wayne Smith

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A New Day

The world will turn again
Each moment the angles change.
Each hour, the tide flows its way.
The birds wake up—the day rewinds.

The words float through my sleep.
Songs are all around me again.
This is my daily experience.

I remember what my friends say.
They guide me in a sleepless night.

The night is just a moment.

The beginnings will help me smile.
They create a new cycle of joy.

I say hello to the future.
Predictions are worthless.
Reality always surprises me.

After I awaken,
I reflect on my decisions.
My attitude touches the world.
Tomorrow will change today.

William Wayne Smith

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In the Torrent

I am in the middle of a river.
The chatter in my head seems silent now.
The din of rushing water is all I hear

I took this shortcut without a good reason.
I must stay alert and step carefully.
I will not let the torrent make me to stumble.

Is the trip I’m making worth the risk?
I have a lot to think about today.
I have been here before.

Will I repeat my past failures?
I could jump into to the river of imagination.
The lands of fantasy might be fun.

As I leave the river, I reflect carefully.
My steps seem to have a purpose now.
I am on the other side of dangerous thoughts.

William Wayne Smith

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