That new leaf
You claimed to turn
Looked just as unsightly
As the old one
Although
I only caught a glance
While you blew by
Yet again.

She was an unheard melody
An unwritten love letter
You sang her out loud
You destroyed her words

Toss these brackened antlers
to a Babylon of early crows
where slim repels of cirrus
lace the marches of Orion.
I wore you as an amulet
hard pressed upon my pestle arm
as charms of montane lunar drift
rebelled about your peacock gaze.

There is balsam on the Eastern run
in piquant writs of clementine ,
where jubilees of Persian mote
reveille in the waiting still.
As hieroglyphs of scrying palm
lay wraith about the cindered pane
you harried in ancestral bell..

The name of some forgotten God.

There are mountains out there for me
and I have to climb
oceans I must sail
and secrets I must find
dark forests too and
I must take my time

one day soon the sun will shine on me.

Mysteries to unfold before I get to old
and old's a frame of mind
at least that's what I'm told

be that as it may
it doesn't stop the day
and
one day
the sun will surely shine on me.

" You look at your watch when searching
for the time.
Go to a window, see if the weather is fine.
A book seems to find your hands.
You open it, hoping the first chapter is far
from being bland.
Always something to do.
Always somewhere to go.
Is there ever a time we stay still?
Even in our dreams, we rush for things.
The wheels just keep on turning, with
Gravity stopping us from floating in air.
On the go, on the go.
Trains, buses, cars, and planes.
Look how we grow.
This will never stop. It"s simply Human Nature.
So sad for the one's that get left behind.
All they become is a name and an address on a sheet
of paper."