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The end songs of summer
are no different than the beginning.
Sweat drips down my back sitting in the hot sun.
Fire roars underneath a crystalized starry sky.
Crickets sing me to sleep
in a tune only nature knows to perfection.
But with endings there’s no pretending
as seasons change, so do I.
While leaves may die,
their last moments are lush with vibrancy and color.
While they wither away
I know they’ll return one day
in the light of a new spring.
I can long for it,
but that’ll only bring an escape
from needed lessons in the cold.
I can’t help but feel old
as years become memories lost to time.
I haven’t found myself yet
because like the leaves, I don’t stay the same.
Some days more than others
I yearn to walk into the flames,
Not to die, but to remember
the unequivocal feeling of being alive.
There’s no right way to survive,
all we can do is try.
Yet, I find joy in singing loud
while finding heart shapes in the clouds.
It’s the little things that make me feel
as if I’m blessed by the divine.
Forever doesn’t have to exist
so long as I can breathe deep in this present moment.
I’ve watched most of my sunsets alone
time with myself is what I’ve come to know.
Yet, I’m never lonely
as the love inside is what I call home.
So you can take my hand and join in this dance.
I’ll always give you a chance to shine bright.
When you’re gone, I’ll surely move on
but small reminders will let me cherish what was shared.
Beams of moonlight might shine like your essence.
Maybe I’ll hear your name sung in whispers of the wind.
It’s how I’ll know the ultimate truth
in that love can never really end.
It’s an infinite game
we’re all gifted to be playing.
There’s no wrong way
so long as you commit to change.
See yourself in the next leaf that falls.
Watch it get caught and float down the river.
Soon it’ll be out of sight
much like whatever it is you’re holding on to.
Love will always lead to grief and that’s okay.
Let go when you’re ready and remember nature never rushes.
Seasons come and go right on schedule
yet spontaneously unpredictable.
There’s no need to pretend you’re okay
but I promise it’ll all fall into place,
with or without your faith.
Maybe someday we’ll remember at large
and those at the top in charge
will give us inside the system a bit of grace.
But there ain’t no man, law or place
that’ll get in your way quite like yourself.
Open up the gate and take down your walls.
Whatever it takes to return to the innocence of your heart.
Each day can be a new start
with just a little bit of courage.
So while we sit together today
I’ll pick up my uke and play.
Strum some songs that mean everything and nothing
as we can only measure success by how we spend the day.
As we flow to new rhythms and rhymes
trust summer’s end comes in perfect time.
Look into my eyes and see a soul.
Maybe it’s fool’s gold, but it’s all I have
for the next chapter as Autumn unfolds.
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