Layers 

Compressed weight dissolves, yet contours remain

Yesterday’s imprinted curve, a travel down accelerating valleys with slow ascents

Level ground eventually reverts back, as if a butter knife slowly spreads sanity across my thoughts

At least until tomorrow, or the next time the ground moves beneath my feet

Layers evolve, differing colors, textures, depths, one on top the the other

Some blend in a comfortable embrace, others distance themselves, seeking a necessary solitude

A patchwork of what was, what I am, each a tree ring of the past, hidden within

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Charcoal Twists, Sweet Lies

Broken sleep spills cloudy tides, unseen submerged bridges

Stepping out, braving waves of uncertainty and fear

White wash fingers reaching out, hesitation’s touch felt

Yet I go forward 

Blowing dust off yesterday’s moments, darkness within, not without

Etched trails on maps of where I have been, not where I go

The taste of charcoal twists and sweet lies, difficult telling one from the other

Still I go forward 
 

Unfinished Wind Chimes

Summer guests, hidden in dark rooms

Invisible lens caps covering both eyes

Hitchhiking without thumbs, following uncertainty

A graft of my imagination, melding with what I don’t see ahead

Dragonfly gazes, falling over winter

Unfinished wind chimes that lie in wait

Tomorrow’s dreams, untethered, floating away

Drifting past clouds, out of sight but not of mind

Quiet Alleyways, Cradled Thoughts

I think of quiet alleyways in the early morning

Passages that lead in, sometimes out

Sunrise still in slumber, my footsteps careful not to wake her

Cradled thoughts never leave me, keep me company as I stroll

Season’s end no longer frighten me, a handshake, an embrace

My eyes close before the bustle of the new day touch my ears

And I smile, finally drifting off to sleep

Hardly They Come

Hardly they come

Even on the eve of sevens

Long roads, high walls

The forgetting time has long since past

Early mornings greet faceless waters

Gathering scents before first steps, leaving

Inhale, lungs filled with yesterdays

Exhale, burying distant memories for now