The Old Philosopher 

Little did I know that they would find me.

Others, those secret fates of the dead or alive or surprised.

Very shrewd, feelings hidden behind stacks of thoughts.

Everyone has seen me better than I, regarded as worthy enough.

 

The world can tell what lies beneath a calm or stormy sea.

He or she sails with confidence beside one who strives and gives,

Yearning always for the better world of aspirations and dreams.

 

Saving every precious capsule of time or being or future,

Engaging the sun or clouds or rain all the same as another day,

Longing to complete the emptiness or halfness of a worried soul,

Forever bound to origins out of reach and the present, rising, gone.

 

               John P. Medeiros, December 2015