Pendulums

The heart swings in morning reflections

between love and hate

when left in the mind’s hammock

to move towards those memories,

which stir winds from the past

and those dreams of the future.

 

Then to pause and look at the sun

that light that burns so deeply

with the truth that is today,

let its fire open the eyes

so you can see the place

where you truly dwell.

 

Little postcards of thoughts

arrive in the mail of the brain,

they are from the images

of those rainbows, gardens and clouds

you wished were reality.

 

Slowly moving again

by the breeze that life creates

another day in that pendulum

ever visiting tears and smiles,

just hoping to get off eventually

even though it is a habit

truly so hard to stop.