It’s Never Too Late

Moments are hopeful, wishful. Time is a demon, independent-minded. Not doddering, but cagey. Memory blinded. Inventing reassuring stories. Lost in our own shadow. Gray, ghostly sunsets. Missing flavors of the rainbow. Keeping ourselves at arm’s length. Leaning on a crutch of a dream. Safely for any tomorrow. Circling on the Gulf Stream. What is gone, … More It’s Never Too Late

For the Asking

Searching, what do I give to you? Days, I pondered and debated Showing, we are a blended two Perfect, not too little or overstated — Learning, the rhythm takes time Imperfect, a misstep and unforced error Knowing, we won’t always rhyme Retiring, the wayward wayfarer — Asking, my unabashed story Searching, for magic lasting years … More For the Asking

Time Is…

Time is no longer on my side It won’t wait for me Nor fit in a bottle And too fast to see Time is a disappearing act Here one moment Then a faded memory Too late to lament Time washes the record Details fall away History turns to gold Truth is just hearsay Time is … More Time Is…

Darkness Retreats

There is no bottom beneath me Life is forlorn and fallow Light bends and is swallowed whole Twelve long months of shadow — Storm after storm pummels No safe harbor in sight Winds of misfortune howl Each day requires all my might — Drifting around the drain A hand reaches thru the riptide With the … More Darkness Retreats