You have planted eternity in the soil of my soul, You buried it deep, With age will come beauty, Fragrance with the parade of time, You have wet my lips with the wine of glory, I have heard the brilliant first note of your melody, I cannot see beyond the horizon, I cannot hear the …
Nightbirds, Black as darkness, Stand sentinel upon the caved-in roof, In arrogance we surrendered, Our palaces to porcupines, And scuttling creatures, Our refuge now leans gauntly, A nest for jackals and wolves, A den for predators, Desolate but not vacant, Leveled but not silent, The howls in our homes resound, Succumbing …
I’m watching the skies, Waiting, At any moment the Sun will darken, Crimson overtake the moon, The holy cross-eyed pilgrims roam the Earth, One eye ahead and one above, Running for the finish line, Watching the skies, Running to the window, Is he here yet? We dare not miss him when he comes,
I don’t remember in years past, 28 days and lavender trees, Perhaps time is fast-forwarding, Like the VCRs we used to play? Are the sands slipping through the sieve so fast that they seem to pile up again? Perhaps the clock is running and the seasons can’t catch up, Or maybe it’s the inverse, Nature …
Passers-by are moving pictures, Cinematic and dramatic, Each life a plot, A protagonist, A story climbing to its climax, Running to its denouement, I see them in frames, Portraits line the streets, They stand as simple cameos, Allusions and references, To other stories, Let me reach into your frame then, Let me into …
I strain to keep the decanter full, There must be a leak in the flask, Happiness on the floor, Refilling the soul is a dark task, Happiness is a bird, A flash of color and a song, Soaring through the skies, It was here, now it’s gone, Joy dwells deep within the heart, …
I’m a feather in the face of a hurricane, I’m sinking in the seas of sorrow, Each moment I go deeper and the pressure builds, Trying to tame my fragile yacht, Spinning in the vast Atlantic storms, I’m standing on the edge of a ghost town, The dust storm careens toward me, I can almost …
The bleak stones peer from the weeds, Mysterious names carved into their faces, Names of fools and sages, Yet all the stones crowd together, Names of tyrants and reformers, Yet the stones are sorted indiscriminately, There is no segregation among the cemetery weeds, Names of saints and sinners, Tragedy befalls all men,
Resounding silence, Is just the end of the long, Dark tunnel of life? Wind blows through still homes, Windows watch the sojourners, Disappear in dust, Screens connect far friends, Screens give us a chance to speak, Screens distract from you, Darkness sups with us, My brother buttons his coat, Winter has arrived,
How lonely sits the city, Quiet now after the buzz, Of aircraft tearing up the sky, Evaporates in the smoke, The tears of a people, Abducted by the furious, Violence of a demagogue, Stream in the skeleton of their homes, Are they evil people? Do they deserve their fires? It is hard to …
