Stream of Life

arising in
secluded pools
life takes hold
a fragile form

then motion stirs
now unconstrained
a cautious search
among the rocks

and soon endowed
with confidence
boundaries now
respect its path

and for a time
a raging stream
that carves its way
thru walls of stone

then farther on
the torrent calms
as waters spread
to nourish all

at last the flow
begins to die
clogged by sand
or drowned by sea

On Living

life's a gift
planned or not
brief or long
rough or kind

time for joy
and some for pain
struggles faced
and love bestowed

and so it goes
until the end
with some control
and some good luck 

and many choose
to fight its end
living past
their useful days

but I will not
accept that choice
once living
is devoid of life

At Least

at least we
met each other
at least we
told our tales

at least we
had good times
at least we
voiced our fears

at least we
have our memories
at least we
share the pain

Loving Two

love they say
is hard to find
so how to cope
if you love two

how to face
this quirk of fate
a source of joy
and certain pain

advice from friends
of little help
when fires burn
within your soul

the choice of course
my not be yours
and both may shun
the love you feel

and even if
you capture one
forever more
you'll love two