Across the room
the curtain caught the sun
and in the folds of cloth
I saw light ripple.
Beautiful.
.
In those curves of light
danced tiny motes,
whirls and whorls and worlds away,
entertaining my thoughts.
Engaging
.
There are times so sad
that even heartfelt words and touch
can't light the dark interior
of what this mind remembers.
.
I too, have said the words
"I know how you feel."
ashamed as they fell flat,
but I did and I do care.
.

Cellophane moonbeams play havoc with eyes

as the shadows eat daylight all gone;

step further inside, it's the truth we can't hide

place your baggage out front on the lawn.

~

A dry leather jacket with pockets sewn shut

we've all fallen short and have sinned;

memories turn billowy before they all fade

let's all honor their escort, the wind!

~

Teared laughter echoes, coercing the night

to "chill up" on the back of my neck;

we hurtle towards calamity
with the pale rider on the pale horse
and incomprehensively lethal weapons
of mass destruction

while a budget for armament
elicits continued production

animals and birds
fish and plant
suffer painful death
through spilt black gold

while we refuse to explore
more expensive sources of power

twenty-four thousand people starve and die
every day
and a million more each year
from disease

while movie stars
are worth more than physicians
.

It is sad how we are locked in illusions
Or are illusions enclosed in us?
Do we choose to live in seclusion?
Or has solitude always been in us?
Are we born pessimists?
Or we run optimism out of us?
Do days and nights really exist?
Or are shadows and lights reflected from us?
which is which, I am not quite sure,
I think I still need to learn pretty much.