Wayfarer

Dedicated: Those on the verge or in the mist Of this dreaded disease known as Alzheimer May God bless with knowledge those who seek a cure?

I am a wondering wayfarer looking for a dream Lost without vestige values in a valley of extreme Seeking means from memories to pass the moments of day The grains of sand are flowing, and I have so much to say

At times one sees and feels we’re at our very best Never thinking in reality, we’ve reached a solemn crest For as we age we come in from the cold The life we live gives meaning to our souls

What tunes the echoes what draws the shape To words of sorrow which dissipate The illicit hunger of someone’s fate Snarled and entrapped along the gate

They seek the remedy to free this bind The mental anguish when one crosses the line Entices those who are at their prime To treasure the minutes while there’s still time

Between the realms of sanity, I seek to be defined Beyond the twilight of the dew lies a place for one to pine I have a sense forgetfulness will soon be my demise This creeping fog envelopes me not listening to my cries

Written by: Roland R. Ruiz January 31, 2011