Words felt

Note to self Serendipity and happenstance  Churned together, Made us one I beheld you  I felt your heart beating in me My blood coursed through your veins I have seen us wending in great ways Of an active engine    of thought, Imagination, and will; Heartbeats of courage, enterprise; Warm passion Of great wisdom That forms The grey hair on our head, Of unspotted life  That gives us old age, Let us partake... And sir, great sir, Long live the young at heart  🥂

Dear Mr. Pip, Old Chap You and I both, it’d seem Are quintessence of the word Of a man we both values, ‘Tis better to’ve loved and Lost, than ne’er to’ve loved at all’ For now as we eyes beholds Our Estella Here in the graveyard of our pursuance, We’s not lost a thing, For she’s not portable property  We’d be given, and we chooses to throw or take Our Estella’s our light Our moonshine in the dark of night Our ‘Old Clem’ to keep us going, The centre of our Great Expectations  And as we says to her, Old Chap, That we forgives her, For not seeing how strongly we loved her All we meantersay’s our loves’s stronger See, sir, as we says goodbye to her, And tears fall hard on our crusted heart, As it buckets down on our soul, We’s softened all the more, Oh Pip, she we’ll ne’er forget  Nor will ever stop loving, For we knows, ‘Tis better to’ve loved her,  And love her still.         ...

Wonderings I wondered if the wall Had ears to hear, The thoughts of the heart, As it wondered I wondered if the bricks therein  Should in time break, and crumble At the beat and tick  Of this old timer I wondered if the steel therein  Should in time bend, and turn At the systole and diastole Of this machine I wondered if the sand, And concrete thereof  Should be tossed and whirled, By the pumping and sucking I wondered, over and over, If it had ears to hear, Will to obey, The command of this great master I wondered, if soon, It should be brought down And leave way, For this heart to live and thrive.                                           James Kaluna

I’ll dream for you  I finally perfected the beautiful art of dreaming... I see in the dark; I sleep when the light’s too bright I breathe as I swallow; I walk when I’m seated... I laugh when there’s every reason to cry; I cry when there’s every reason to laugh I run when no one’s chasing; I chase when no one’s running.. I drink from empty cups: The rain never stops. So you can count on me when you can’t find yourself... When the eyes won’t close When the world won’t shut When the fears won’t stop When the dreams won’t come; I’ll dream for YOU.                                                  James Kaluna

War with cold Today I was astir  Betimes before the sun, For I envied its might in warmth.  I rushed to the frigid outside To set the war, To drive away the cold,  That I had been confounded To take asylum from Within walls My heat cooled, I saw the mist rise with esteem As I effused warmth from within... The war I lost, And for contriving my liver puissant enough  To warm the atmosphere, I should be checked.                                        James Kaluna