Sweet Nothing

I See

You

Looking out across the 
Sunlit fields
He stood in 
Awe

Silent he stood
For a century
Gazing upon the unspeakable
Truth, no words could explain

Days shifted into nights
Into days
Into nights
In endless passage

Yet no time had passed
As his gaze remained shiftless
And his beard grew long
He stood

And looked into the soul
Of beauty
Laid bare
Love

Guilt

You wandered upon the inconceivable

Buried beneath the tombs

Of Memory

Left in fragmented shards

Of misaligned mirrors

Broken

It was uncovered with

Just a brush

Of your words

Pure and honest

Like an atom bomb

A discovery you knew not of

Something not in your search

But still real

Molded and grown from spores

Of moments forgotten

Emotion remembered

Difficult Conversations

I am sitting here

Contemplating the life

That we have woven

Intricately placing thread

Upon thread

Stretching strings

Taut

While others remain slack

White and burgundy

Hues

A composition

With a melody

Left incomplete

As summer recedes

And leaves turn

Falling leaf upon leaf

The crisp northern wind

Takes firm hold

Leaving hopes

Frozen in place

Like the arctic tundra

Ready for the thaw

Passage

A slight chink
Left hidden within
The wall that time
Left standing

Hidden among the
Briarwood for none
Who dare to look
To see

Turning

The world stopped
For but a moment
In the midst of
Joy and Yuletide

Stopped spinning
On its tilted axis
Under the shine of
Sun

Drinks and gaiety 
Exchanged as the
New year rang 
True

But left behind
Leaving a barren
Wake
Where spring refused to bloom

Hung in each
Home
A wreath
Long into summer