Tis quiet now, most won't be
Like the flowers patiently

Waiting and watered by the dew
As we sleep side by side, I by you

Temporal are the petals
Yet dressed in rentals

Silky soft silent green
Stalks and leaves lean

Flowers will fall in time
Think of only the sublime

The next Sun's rise and shine

Aches get real old
                         Sold a bill of goods,
five and dime, cold
                          Rolled coins into a tube, into a fist,
A flurry of flesh dolled,
                            A toll on burning bridges that LOVE built,
My revealing stainless pole dance
                Upon the vocal shoals, that cut me off from feeling real,
Ended up a blackened coal sheep
               Of the family role model (let that creep into)
                         Your soul

   My
Heart
Was
Washed
Away
By
Some
One
Else's
Tears

Take each memory
Tell one close to you,
The Story
The tongue will muscle the details
Don't muzzle the truth, or it all fails,

Travel in time isn't for the massess,
The past is the past but by telling it now
The Story passes
the test of time, and makes it to the future
wounds might not be healed, but sutured,

history local or global or private were and are
sustained by the verbal record, a spoken treasure,
Like a DeLorean car,
words tied to synaspses, flash pictures, smells and action,
make movies for some, tales for others, that did not sanction,

the telling of the story,
minute paper pieces,
microscopic chemical reactions
recaptures
laughs,
tears of joy, many of sadness,
and the events, surrounded by the madness
of the days,
so if this the case save Time Travel to books and fiction,
or quiz history and historians, and was the truth told
after all, forever after, but lean in close and whisper in
my ear, I will listen through your tears, take me Travelling,...

One Day.

Clouds close off the sky as droplets fall from high
Traffic doesn't slow down as my foot falls pound
Wind lifts dried dead leaves, trees wave goodbye
Timing is right as raindrops stop before the ground
Roadway is still wet, spots cover my "four eyes"  
No pain in the knees easy pace arms move up and down
Sadness has caught me, running even at my shoulder
Sweating from the exertion the warmth is turning colder