Upon Emerald Dreams

Strangers eyes beckon

Eviscerating crowds to a pair

Like hearing words the first time

Remarkably ordinary but yet

Time stopped as I am emerged

Foreign feelings without reality tug

Utter strangers lost in random passing

Wondering if the feelings are shared

Wondering if feelings are orphans

The clock ticks forward

The magic fades two strangers again

Two questions remain like shadows

Light cruelly abandons them both

The void

The void calls

It takes your heart

Your thoughts circle

Feelings die, reaction lives

Shadows show you light

Books read by illiterate

Become hymns change d

Verses drift chorus away

Fading to white

We’re claiming purity

Deep inside were know

Void is anything

But clean

Random phone picture

Random phone picture

I know my world

I know my world

I keep it in my pocket

Prefect in it’s place

My skies perennial partly sunny

The clouds wispy just right

I don’t do rainy days here

My rock is my world

Tomorrow i’ll paint it again

Time I’ll Never Know

The pause before a sigh

The moment that lingers

Thoughts I wanted to cling

Emotions that should have countered

Snipets of memories

Collections of thoughts

Second hand sweeps them by

Calendar buries them quickly

When the afterglow fades

When the smiles straightens

I search so i’ll know next time

Left grasping sand as it slips away

What once was becomes golden

When is the riddle of the universe

I can remember or so I say

I can not place it in order

Doesn’t mean it didn’t happen

Could of happened, I think

Time is a young man’s game

It gets carried in baskets of hope

We sprinkle it about uncaring

One day we look back

Upon a fleeting path we came

Suddenly the basket has a bottom

We look to replace what was spent

Postcards left as mile markers

Recollections fill in gaps

But the image has lost it’s time

Even my shadow sees the enigma

But I ponder where it went

The time I’ll never know

Random Phone Picture

Babcock State Park

Pale Quartet

My demons don’t ride houses

Greed takes its sweet time to arrive

Anger glides on bolts of lightning

Fear slinks about in the shadows

Apathy must drag itself upon thorns

The quartet move me with the wind

The four horsemen need not humans

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Spring Night

Stars drift in wind

Cresent Moon clings to haze

Chill of spring sleeping

Jupiter and Mars watch above

Below nightly feet shift

Scratches and calls slink along

Everyone settling new places

As the night shrinks away