faces in the night
peer out from behind
abandoned lights...
one's daydreams walk
safely down sidewalks...
eerie sounds hear their
approach from behind...
our lives become transposed
illusions of forgetfulness
of imagined realities...
night bended light
shadows of the day
a haze of colors
muted with greys
still and soft overtones
complicates our confusion
and the day begins
once again without you...
An Excursion
past fields, farms, and homes
through valleys and hills
alongside graveyards of
old forgotten men,
into cities and out again
past hotels and motels
from our future he rides
past our past and beyond
is the man on the red bicycle
wearing a shiny red top hat.
Recurrences
early this morning, our
lives woke in despair,
a faint remembrance
encouraged lightly,
your dressing gown,
loosely hung like an
unwrapped present from
your white shoulders,
tensions held us tightly
as once we were oh so
happy and so resolved.
An Excerpt
a gentle breeze blows
through the trees,
an afternoon sunset hovers,
only momentarily
on our horizon...
two people seek out
each other's obligations
and responsibilities
while all else ceases.
Fleeting
before the evening's
eyelids close for the day,
we sit with coffee and
conversation erases
all of our doubts,
we dance homewards
birds fly south
and the ornamental
music box you carry
unsuspectingly...
plays the news.
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