Life Teaches in Mysterious Ways
Life teaches you in mysterious ways-
Full of all its witty parables and awe-struck metaphors.
Every time I see you,
You show up in the same pair of blue jeans
And light blue tee shirt-
Blue... Blue... Blue...
Is it me or is it you?
I wonder if even the belt is the same
But I never really look-
One because your shirt covers it
But also...
I'm not really interested-
I'm wearing black.
And together, we're black and blue.
Two bruised souls walking by the ducks
Sitting by the silence inside the lake
Watching it stream by... and by...
And by...
Life teaches you in mysterious ways-
Full of all its witty parables and awe-struck metaphors.
Each time I see you,
You show up in the same pair of blue jeans
And light blue tee shirt-
Blue... Blue... Blue...
Is it me or is it you?
A new day born into rising sky stare.
AM quickened to noon soon after,
It was our search from above the tides where
We skipped rocks across the lake, it's all in the wrist,
You said, scaling up and down edges of cliffs.
Rocks crumble dry earth a downward trajectory,
Steep- crab-legging on hands and feet, belly-up
Facing the sun, scurrying across the views...
Beautifully empty-
I feel empty-
Standing next to your shadow in the light.
It's empty-
Beside you cast on the ground.
I - Feel - Empty.
Standing in question on top of a mountain
Where the views are Beautifully Empty...
Life teaches you in mysterious ways-
Full of all its witty parables and awe-struck metaphors.
You show up wearing the same pair of blue jeans
And light blue tee shirt-
Every time I see you, each time, I see you-
It's Always Blue.
Blue... Blue... Blue...
Maybe that's why every time I'm with you,
I always feel so very blue-
Life teaches in mysterious ways...
With all its witty parables and awe-struck metaphors-
- J. Circosta
Poems From Passion
Life Teaches in Mysterious Ways, ©2016
Life teaches you in mysterious ways-
Full of all its witty parables and awe-struck metaphors.
Every time I see you,
You show up in the same pair of blue jeans
And light blue tee shirt-
Blue... Blue... Blue...
Is it me or is it you?
I wonder if even the belt is the same
But I never really look-
One because your shirt covers it
But also...
I'm not really interested-
I'm wearing black.
And together, we're black and blue.
Two bruised souls walking by the ducks
Sitting by the silence inside the lake
Watching it stream by... and by...
And by...
Life teaches you in mysterious ways-
Full of all its witty parables and awe-struck metaphors.
Each time I see you,
You show up in the same pair of blue jeans
And light blue tee shirt-
Blue... Blue... Blue...
Is it me or is it you?
A new day born into rising sky stare.
AM quickened to noon soon after,
It was our search from above the tides where
We skipped rocks across the lake, it's all in the wrist,
You said, scaling up and down edges of cliffs.
Rocks crumble dry earth a downward trajectory,
Steep- crab-legging on hands and feet, belly-up
Facing the sun, scurrying across the views...
Beautifully empty-
I feel empty-
Standing next to your shadow in the light.
It's empty-
Beside you cast on the ground.
I - Feel - Empty.
Standing in question on top of a mountain
Where the views are Beautifully Empty...
Life teaches you in mysterious ways-
Full of all its witty parables and awe-struck metaphors.
You show up wearing the same pair of blue jeans
And light blue tee shirt-
Every time I see you, each time, I see you-
It's Always Blue.
Blue... Blue... Blue...
Maybe that's why every time I'm with you,
I always feel so very blue-
Life teaches in mysterious ways...
With all its witty parables and awe-struck metaphors-
- J. Circosta
Poems From Passion
Life Teaches in Mysterious Ways, ©2016
