I call her Moon.
              Why, you ask?
Because she is light
     when my nights are heavy.

r ~ 4/24/14

New life going to be
New memories in future to be
New minutes going to live
New seconds in future to be

Lived in space,
Where no one was for me
And, I was for others

This going to be newness is scary
This going to be newness is blur in light
This going to be newness is motionless in pace

Nothing can be seen
Nothing can be guessed
Nothing can be said

Past doesn't want to hurt present
He wants present to make new life now
And gradually, he wants to move on to present

Cant see present without  past
Present wants to see future
And future wants to let go of past

Nothing can be left
Neither past nor future
And present in confused

In this confusion-
New life going to be
New memories in future to be
New minutes going to live
New seconds in future to be

It is autumn; not without
But within me is the cold.
Youth and spring are all about;
It is I that have grown old.

Birds are darting through the air,
Singing, building without rest;
Life is stirring everywhere,
Save within my lonely breast.

There is silence: the dead leaves
Fall and rustle and are still;
Beats no flail upon the sheaves,
Comes no murmur from the mill.

One little window
in
my tiny dorm
room.
To watch the sun rise
and then
sleep

Makes me miss my tree house windows
untoasted bagels
for breakfast
And a textbook
for a friend--
Thomas's 12th edition

One little
Window.
That keeps me sleeping
Until
noon.

One little window.
That keeps me
so concealed.

One little window
That makes me miss home.