ENTER THE GHOSTS

sleep, the back half of what was, leftovers from today, ghosts of the past stepping through an open door without resistance as the sand underneath changes to water, drowning your breath or pushing you from a rooftop sparing your impact, your death, until repeated another night

ALMOST

on the other side of time, the area between is crowded with shadows, broken promises and the right to be understood as changes occur like the flow of clouds, nameless, but important, almost enough to break into the blues like reliving the history of each year, after the first breath of morning as day passes … More ALMOST

INSIDE VOICE

the gray of shadow light bending, fragments of words like wrought iron angel wings kneeling within a drizzle of mist surrounding trees shed of leaves, desperate against seasons strength, fail to retain the youth of spring and summers shade the moon rises strong, casting a glance over night

BREATHE

breathe, breathe, inhale the aroma the bitter barbed the gentle without wings   breathe, breathe, the silence required the answers searched in empty pockets   breathe, breathe, the anger consumed the choice not taken the basket half full   breathe, breathe the choices once made the crossroads disturbed resting in dreams   breathe, breathe out … More BREATHE

WITHIN

it was at the edge of horizons where eyes welcome a steady line of waves touching the senses, dripping from clouds hiding in shadows evenings and nights and familiar songs   the years are unstoppable, a collection words, drifting in breezes   but not forgotten  

BREATHING OUT

the house was a fire of voices   a child on the front porch sang a song about water and boats   floor boards language inner travel from room to room   burnt evening skies brushed the house with setting shadows as night breathes out a deep sigh of quiet

HAUNTING

I see a remembrance shadow in most places catching my breath holding me hostage to the step,   the sound familiar, unchanging from the before and the after,   moving within the circle,   smoothly rolling under stars and smiles from a moon as I walk into night quiet

SINGLE LIGHT

a back stairway beyond stars and night clouds   cracked stone steps rise to a stained faded door half screen the other part wood singing with rust when opening and failing to close when shut   gazing up the ascending stairs there’s a light at the end of a twisted cord swinging like a dead … More SINGLE LIGHT

A TOUCH OF MEMORY

tall pines line the side of the road to the shoreline where rocks lay scattered, black and gray, smooth from millennial washing   it’s a place held tight to the chest, spoken of only in memory when skies are alive with color and few words are spoken   but night remembers