Ancient Being

I see you watching in the distance, draped in grey striped robes,
Standing very tall and regal, your range your soul domain.
Creased with age and etched with time, a crisp white cap of glory,
Sun shines on your open face, a full basin at your foot.
The folds of your character were formed from earthy depth,
Even heavily shrouded, the nobility shines through.

Torn

In the face of the ideal impersonator, words are echos.
Sleeping pictures and scenes all alike, in a million frozen fragments.
Through the scarred palms of the leviathan, slips chaff that was once sweet breath.
A millennium passes every day, a legion of miles each step.
Mind and tears of ice evolve, to a grain of time boxed for the future.
It cowers silently in the distance, not daring to move the air.

Dear Grandma

Each year goes by quicker than the last, leaving sweet memories of past.
A loves first kiss, the oceans scent, baby smiles, flowers and money spent.
Families grow, little ones sprout, off to see what the world's about.
Friends multiply both near and far, teaching us about who we are.
Our hair will turn, our feet will swell, but they're all signs of a life lived well.
Our family is close, our friends are dear, and laughter is still a great cure.
When hours pass to end our day, we bow our heads and start to pray.
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done...then thank god for life, love and sun.