Bus Driver

I've known him as a bus driver since i first learned to know
He's always on this long journey on the same long road

Friends and family crowded his bus but were always there for support
He was always driving, checking the signs and looking for the way home

With time the bus got less crowded as the man grew old
His arms no longer held on to the wheel like they should

and with time his bus became less crowded till he was all alone
many times he wished he had gotten off with his loved ones and people he had known

Now his hair is flaming white
His sight is dazed
His bus is empty
and the road is getting harder, coarser and cold

The driver is coming home

The ashtray of dreams

A pearl necklace ..all connected ,, glittering in pure delight

A green landscape ..strands of grass ,,Dancing as one

Rain Drops ..falling from grey disgruntled clouds ,, racing to the ground

Colors,, Movement,, Beauty,, Demise

Ashes of a once living leaf ,, in once living being ,, in a darkened chest

Objects of no feelings ,,once alive ,,in one's brain

Dancing in the rain ...we fall in agony embracing hard reality ..just to blossom and rise ...with every sunrise ..with every newborn...with every morning ... a new destination ...a new someone is born again ...

Darkness ,,Silence ,,The Wicked ,,The Wise

Restless upon a persistant chair ,, pulling down ,,eternal rest

Crying Child,, Wasted Breath ,, With no echoes or sounds

Dry as can be upon the sands of a memory ,, i learn to embrace what i am ,, and dream of what i could be