Warming The Night

In the beginning there were cold rocks with

painted animals that chose which way you’d run

toward or away from tomorrow’s undoing

in search of what the present can’t find

looking into the future with blind refusal

at the corner of time and space

taking back what forgiveness wouldn’t share

heating each rock until the images dance

—warming the night of a thousand dreams

—warming the night of a thousand dreams

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2021)

 

On Faith Alone

While hidden deep from nature’s wrath,

waiting in disguise

 

Below the ground a season born,

its birthright undenied

 

As winter trees now bare their souls,

whose limbs reach out in pain

 

Tomorrow the most promised wish

—till spring comes back again

 

(The New Room: February, 2021)

A Last Waltz

“I’ve come to the very end of myself,”

the day cried out to the night

 

“My expiration date lined in blood,

tomorrow less than bright

 

“My beginning and ending dancing a last waltz,

destiny writing the score

 

“My wick has burned down, the music has stopped

—too late to ask for more”

 

(The New Room: February, 2021)