uncatergorized
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
Coming Change
Mist beckons across still ponds
Caress of warmth against the chill
Softening morning’s wake up call
Calm waters wait to dance
Breezes hide in night’s last shadow
Birds singing their tune grow wary
Bare trees provide no hiding places
Changes come from a distance
Nature cautiously waits to play
Before weather takes it all away
Bridge
If I built a bridge to you Would it be steel and concrete? Would it be paved in dreams? Illuminated by glowing promises Decorated by river called Hope A valley awash in blooming rainbows At night, fog would wraps it arms around Keeping away the cold of darkness Birds would sing to bring the dawn Gentle breezes would lift drowsy Every day could start fresh Thoughts would be free of the past If built a bridge to you Could we meet in the middle? 
