Why does the sun set so quickly,

and the moon rise up to take it's place?

The days are going by.

Each day is a birthday candle,

lit, then blown out.

This second here now gone.

Why can't it stop just long enough

to grab hold of?

What is now is now then,

and what was then falls back to form now?

The days are circles.

Days to nights.

Nights to days.

Falling with each grain of sand

In the hour glass of life

Poetry © by Mark Ballard

An Illustration of one of my Youtube buddies. She’s obsessed with Hello Kitty.

Rain falls down on my face.
As I look to the stars,
darkness covers my world.
I look for my identity.
Wind blows toward me blocking
my pathway to the future.
Then I look back and remember
all the moments we shared.

Now only a memory.
I remember your face.
Eyes sparkle blue
like the sun glistening off of the ocean.
Your smile makes the rain and wind die.
And the sun shines once more.
But in reality the rain is continuous
and endless like the stars in the sky.
It falls down hard,
and I drown in it.

Poetry © by Mark Ballard

I illustrated this out of my love of volleyball.