END AROUND

I felt the water clock hold sentence over me.  Dribbling out good, bad, indifference and sincerity.   Its pendulum was silent, though refreshing me with reminders like a mirror reflecting the truth.   Every experience has weight; the winning, losing, success and luck.   We balance them until it tips. The results are unspoken for. … More END AROUND

A PATH THROUGH

Years hold the pictures as youth fills in where legs ran forever   warm days touch the side of faces in a silent act   empty chairs hold shadows several times removed their song is a story of before where fondness waits for no one   the clock of seasons protects the secrets of dreams … More A PATH THROUGH

THIS WAY

The clock of many faces. Wrinkles stretched from time. Destiny swims in the eyes and legacies sweat from hard work. The silence of seconds push the hands into the next hour; no song can comfort the waste of circles within circles.  Dawn and dusk feed on one another.  Children are the second chance to find … More THIS WAY

MIDNIGHT

Street lights sign in as dusk resigns to darkness. Scattered shadows of leaves dance on midnight sidewalks. Homes sleep in silence.  Dark breezes lift curtain edges, creating life from worn cloth. Porch lights dot the galaxy of streets. Picket fences keep strangers away but ghosts pass through freely. A train whistle, distant yet sharp, bleeds … More MIDNIGHT