She loved him enough

to stay and not leave

She loved him enough

no rest or reprieve

She loved him enough

to walk in the sand

She loved him enough

behind the wagon upland

She loved him enough

to leave what she knew

She loved him enough

her regret to eschew

She loved him enough

to bear him his young

She loved him enough

her song left unsung

She loved him enough

to make him a home

She loved him enough

braving hardship alone

She loved him enough

as the years stole her youth

She loved him enough

— always bearing the truth

(Dreamsleep: October, 2026)

I’m not ready

to be old

Time’s number

be damned

Here inside

where I live

There is youth

on command

I’m not ready

to give in

Too much fight

in my bones

That may dull

with the Winter

But whose marrow

— well honed

(Dreamsleep: October, 2026)

Age

our great teacher

The years

are our books

Each page

tells a story

That youth

overlooked

Age

the true master

Whose spirit

reclaims

Those things

once but wishes

In dreams

— to ordain

(The New Room: October, 2026)

Time

a prisoner

in a Bedouin’s dream

Shadows

moving

on the sand

Distance

like bars

that trap you within

The farther you

travel

— the less you command

(Dreamsleep: October, 2026)

The fear

of being common

a nightmare

defined

Caught in

the maelstrom

 late victims

of time

No effort

or consequence

of note

to stand out

The broken

unwashed

with life

dying out

A frightful

inclemence

luke warm

at its best

Those lost

Willy Lomans

as fate

— will bequest

(The New Room: October, 2026)

Idaho is

what America was

The best

of what we dream

That place

where fortune hides itself

That place

where freedom breeds

Idaho is

what excuses dread

In fiction

and in fact

All life

is sized there extra large

And forever

— calls us back

(Salmon Idaho: October, 2026)

What could be

more worthless

than a social media

influencer …

With smoke and mirrors

their house of cards

in empty pander

— clouds

(The New Room: October, 2026)

An ounce of time

cannot be bought

with a 100 pounds of gold

And never spent

but only lived

— no moments bought or sold

(Dreamsleep: October, 2026)

True greatness

is found

in the

ordinary

The special

or

exclusive

passe

Available

to all

in the mainstream

recalled

The fringes

where

poseurs

— foray

(Dreamsleep: October, 2026)

Moon shadows

danced

a partnerless

waltz

As the sun

lay asleep

in its

cave

Sashaying

in place

to flirt

in the night

Spinning

and twirling

alone

on parade

To dance

until morning

when light

will emerge

And usher

them

into

the past

Where time

beats a

cadence

its metronome wound

With only

the

music

— to last

(Dreamsleep: October, 2026)