a trawler languors
in the silver twilight
the fish daydream
a trawler languors
in the silver twilight
the fish daydream
the sidewalk
takes the abandoned
as night falls,
streetlights dim
in the bitter cold
homeless sleep
huddled
in shades of grey…
a benchmark
sirens sound
as he walks the dark
in his amputee stump
crutches click on gravel…
bruised reveries
float on copper flecked tides….
a nomadic sea
I talk to God everyday
I know I am gonna meet Him someday
I don’t know when death will come
You live some, you die some
when it comes I will go gladly
maybe I need a change of scene badly
I know life is just a journey
That begins and ends like a tourney
will I be going to heaven or will it be hell?
In this life, of both, I have had a spell
some situations in life leave you defenseless
the tears, the heartache seem so senseless
for me, death will be another sunrise
life’s aftermath, maybe a pleasant surprise
the soul and the spirit never dies
leaves a mark when it goes, again to rise
The ‘beyond’ maybe beyond comprehension
a seventh heaven ascension
dying is going to be a transition
a new birth of spiritual fusion
serenading dawn
twittering, chirping spring’s rites~~
a fine canticle
arousing the day
from the slumber of night’s sleep~~
dulcet orchestra
rhapsodizing birds
as they teach hatchlings to fly~~
on zephyr’s wings
a mellifluous
exuberant rendition~~
nature’s symphony
It is as if the milky way had curdled
stars to ground zero hurtled
moon eclipsed, dreams squeezed
castles in the air seized
offspring crying to be saddled…