The Clouds, Like Us

The clouds, like us, seem made of naught but dust: We travel over hard and rocky ground, Through countless miles agitated strife, Then pour our dirty selves back down to earth, As ash to ash, and dust to dust, indeed. The clouds, like us, chaotic and obscure: We tangle in each other, slipping out, And … Continue reading "The Clouds, Like Us"

Solitary Walks – III

The mind goes back to when he was alive To possibility – and to his heart – A bench out in the woods, a moment shared, And how the world seemed bigger than it was But there is only silence, and a way Of seeing things that comes when overgrowth Crawls over landscape, tree, and … Continue reading "Solitary Walks – III"

Here, Again

I close my eyes, and you are here again. Your hand upon my shoulder, just a boy; As though by magic, wrinkles smoothed away, And graves released their peaceful, sleeping ones. Your voice I hear, the ringing baritone, The joys of harmony, and hearts content, Though labor and the struggle, even then, Put creases on a … Continue reading "Here, Again"

A Dream of Summertime

She wants to feel the summertime again, To know the touch of hopefulness and joy; She wants someone to love the girl she was And is, within the shadows of her room   along the lake, hair glimmering and wet,   a bright new swimsuit, laughing friends in tow,   with music from a boombox … Continue reading "A Dream of Summertime"

Near Here

I grew up here, near here, and walked these sands   as thoughtless as the waves; I chased love young,   and drank regret, and burned through seasons of   revolt and gathered mastery with fists —   as fate rolled on, and washed new times ashore. I brought each dawn an offering in gray: … Continue reading "Near Here"

Across the White Abyss

A shade I see, across the white abyss… Does love tell tales, or does it silent stride Across the frozen yard in wintertime? I know of fires, burning lower now, That still retain the passion in their smoke, Although their coals be few, and scattered poor. Though breath be seen, it is a ghost’s lament: … Continue reading "Across the White Abyss"

Driving Through Villages

They drove through villages for hours, and he Was just a boy, but still he watched, enthralled. What seemed like sameness wasn’t so to him, Like models come to life, this row of toys. The roofs, the windows, factories, and spires, The bits of grass and trees, the shops and cars, The animals, the kids … Continue reading "Driving Through Villages"