No turning back

we’re in the same boat

you and I– chasing the same mirage

in the desert of our lives that is

filled with life that we never see

we’re on the same road

you and I– looking at the crossroads

dreaming of the roads not taken

when the yearning began to burn

we’re on the same journey

you and I– we’re trying to move on

but our illusions spin us around

wanting to know the reason why

we are travellers and seekers

a tossing and turning of the restless

that which we have lost we cannot retrieve

because it will never ever be quite the same.

The fruit of his charm

Insignificant

As he may seem,

He is the Don Juan–

The seductive charmer,

Dipping into the nectar

Of all his conquests.

Jostling and nudging–

They wink and flirt

With a slight lift of the skirt

He is there in a flash

Collecting his stash

Tasting her sweet honey.

Unashamedly to the next,

He propagates the seed

Of the next generation.

So, it no longer seems

Insignificant

When we all enjoy–

The fruit of his charm