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  • Time Travel

    As we go on through life.
    At each plateau we crest.
    We stop to look back.
    And we marvel at the test.

    We have traveled.
    Through time and through space.
    To wind up here.
    At this moment and this place.

    New lines etched.
    On cheeks and on chin.
    With each plateau climbed.
    It begins all over again.

    And with deep reflections.
    Sitting on the stoop.
    Or on an old southern porch.
    As old age makes us droop.

    We travel once again.
    Taking trips sometimes sublime.
    Sometimes we may weep a bit.
    With our travels through time.

    Randy Hayes



    Time Travel As we go on through life. At each plateau we crest. We stop to look back. And we marvel at the test. We have traveled. Through time and through space. To wind up here. At this moment and this place. New lines etched. On cheeks and on chin. With each plateau climbed. It begins all over again. And with deep reflections. Sitting on the stoop. Or on an old southern porch. As old age makes us droop. We travel once again. Taking trips sometimes sublime. Sometimes we may weep a bit. With our travels through time. Randy Hayes
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  • Guardian Angel

    Alone in my bed I feel the wispy breeze of angel wings like strands of hair against my face.

    The gentle sensation of weight on my body as my guardian angel alights upon me.

    Before there were only blankets and a coarse cotton sheet between me and the world that would engulf and consume me.

    The wings of safe passage pull up over my head and once again I can drift off to sweet slumber. I know now, I am safe to pass between here and there.

    I dream in peace of soft gentle breezes upon the warm dark sands of time.

    No hourglass do they flow through. They just lay there warmed by the sun and slowly ebb and flow with the green clear waters as the underwater grasses gently sway.

    Randy Hayes
    Guardian Angel Alone in my bed I feel the wispy breeze of angel wings like strands of hair against my face. The gentle sensation of weight on my body as my guardian angel alights upon me. Before there were only blankets and a coarse cotton sheet between me and the world that would engulf and consume me. The wings of safe passage pull up over my head and once again I can drift off to sweet slumber. I know now, I am safe to pass between here and there. I dream in peace of soft gentle breezes upon the warm dark sands of time. No hourglass do they flow through. They just lay there warmed by the sun and slowly ebb and flow with the green clear waters as the underwater grasses gently sway. Randy Hayes
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