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.