Trade Winds

Summer’s gone

A gentle breeze rattles the leaves 

of a ragged willow tree

Water drips

From a rusting faucet 

onto the sun-soaked concrete

The thought of me 

And only me alone 

makes my life complete

Trade winds and white heat

Children playing in the middle of the street

Orange light grazing the highwire

The sun hangs low, my feelings transpire

A second of silence, I think to myself

Then scream out a cry for help

All the grief, pain, and torment

I’m okay for just this moment.

The gift and curse of sensitivity -

Sadness lasts for a true eternity.

Trade Winds

By D.W. Forester

Girlfriend

Is it really such a bad thing If I’ve nothing to say?

Maybe it’s just that life’s been happening my way.

My father’s in good health

My girlfriend understands me

She encourages me

Notices when I’m not trying

I wonder if she’ll be holding my hand 

as I lay dying.

Girlfriend

By D.W Forester

Happy Birthday

Today I’m twenty-four.

But I miss being twenty-two.

When the horizon was painted

In a more vibrant hue.

Now I can’t help but feel

I don’t enjoy life as I used to.

And when I was twenty-two,

I missed being nineteen.

When ideas coursed through me,

Like a flowing summer stream.

Unbound with the infinite freedom

To live out my wildest dreams.

And when I was nineteen,

I missed being eleven.

When I lived innocently,

Not pondering life’s questions.

Just existing, not a care in the world

I was so sure I’d get back to heaven.

And when I was eleven,

I missed being nine.

When it seemed like moments

Were frozen permanently in time.

Before the stars burned out of the sky

From the sadness of my mother dying.

And when I was nine,

I missed being five.

When my first memories surfaced

Confirming I was truly alive.

I’m okay with the present

Of just continuing to survive.

Happy Birthday

by D.W Forester