Happy Birthday

[Alan]

Today is my mother's birthday. And although she passed away 25 years ago tomorrow, still I celebrate her life today.

Fire Wolves

Despair looks for you,
But you aren’t there.
So very hard to find
 hope in the darkness.
Without reason, mystically
A fire burns in the bay.
Her flares reaching for
The falling snow.
But always does it melt
Beyond her passion.
Not knowing dreams only touch
And cannot be touched,
The flames struggle painfully,
Vainly.
And there, the Fire Wolf
Cries a silent howl heard by none,
Save the gale.
Relentlessly she stalks the shore,
Below a broken one.
How strange, the darkness around him
Enhances this child’s vision.
And though not whole,
This one is content.
For, from here, in the rocks
I can see.
See the unfeeling sand
Turn to crystal beneath her feet.