Monthly Archives: November 2018

Reflection(s)


While I only touch water
My reflection touches me.
At the same time
These eyes see only world
But through his,
What magic can unfurl?
I speak to my reflection, sad,
For I cannot hear his words
He feels the same as I, it’s true,
For he mouths the same words I do.

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Things to Consider


On a new path, I,
See here, potential. Good. Bad.
Things to consider.

Death and Dreams


Beauty in death is seen
In the dreams in which we linger,
As we gently float down the stream
Is not life but one such dream?
The words upon which our resting skulls lay,
Wait to enter an absent mind.
It is too late and there is no time,
Beauty in death only repays in kind,
And dreams, it seems,
One cannot but find.

Lost in the Shallows

She seemed to forget something in the shallows
Her hands in cold water
Her feet wade through the waves
So long she spent there
Just off the beach in the autumn surf
And yet still
She could not grasp it
Her reflection
And
Her memory.

A Cold Gust

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Another wind swept plain,
Another day looks all the same.
A grey sky winds down this way,
A cold gust seems to say:
Darkness gives way to light
But never really goes away.

Cosmos

Earth a grain of sand
On the beach to the ocean,
That is the cosmos.

Reality Demands a Sacrifice

After all this time am I still awake?
Or am I still sleeping? One cannot know.
This a colored lens, anxieties take?
I don’t think it would make a difference so,
Our hours, what we perceive to be day,
Are spent towards the twilight leaning;
And what’s imagined to be night will say:
Rest. Awake. Do not spend all time dreaming.
Reality demands a sacrifice.
I will rise and in doing so procure
A dream that has enough blood to suffice.
What does the waking world hold that’s allure?
I will stay asleep and remember when,
Reality is a place I had been.