subtle moment
silent street
Bridge; Man
Frozen in mist
Rum Soaked and Mellowed
The Sullen Sailor
Weary Torn
A Cotton Man
“When will she come? ”
where is that hair, that smile
that tacky coat?
“ So long now.......
Time has separate rooms
For the quilted mind
Antique leather
The smell of cigarette, perfume and tears
Smells, comfortable that point the way home.
So many rooms in the house of thought
Lights grow dim and fade as the fleeting night greets the timid dusk
Sun.
Sun fails and cracks
The concrete veil loves the night so.
Thinning day paints and dapples the water
Ebb and flow sets new canva**es and brings forth new artists
Sharp pencils.
Morning now
A ship pa**es
It's mourning dirge
Honors the pa**ing of the youthful night
The heavens smile and a new dawn is born.
“How far the love we seek
how precious the life we share
How dear the pain we rent
How fleeting the life we leave behind”
At the hem of eternal angels
Singed wings and stung eyes shed tears that fall to the warm womb of summer
Rain and tears fall from grace above
“ She will come today
That smile, that tacky coat”
As he walked away
The bridge felt still
The dirge faded
And time, weary, found a room.