there is no death
only life
in the absence of breath

I'm not there
When she is gone...

the wind blew through me
when my soul became restless
on this corner,  we used to be
and now just my heart,  driftless

Paused for the light
But hadn’t noticed,  I shouldn’t
Wait for what will never be right
The dust on my shoes, and I couldn’t

The wind blew through me
Though my heart remained restless
At the cemetery gate we left the city
Passing back I left you driftless

sunday morning
and you're not here
not that I'm missing you
but I'm not there

On a pillow and some words
My head has come to rest
Its not that missing you
Is the emptiness I sleep next

grind my bones
upon on the winds I dispossess
I roam to roam no more
I roam to blow beneath your door

quite an ordinary affair
in a small endeavor of time
a distracted presence of aware
along side a serene sublime

an ordinary day
to love to wander with us
on paths of repose and fray
respites the silent obvious

of an ordinary twilight
hid in the deep glow of sunset
venus sings an aria to midnight
while mars awaits loves onset

within an ordinary evening
of the sedated nous of hearts
till the moment before leaving
a touch longing imparts

an ordinary heaven
in a small endeavor of time
seeks to leaven
the consequence of I’m

my
fascination
is
today
with
the
not
quite
seen
those
flickerings
in
the
periphery
visual
line
the
ye­t
to
be
thought
half
formed
nebulous
inklings
mind
wrinklings
the
words
balancing
precariously
on
the
tip
of
the
to­ngue
the
song
of
joy
or
sorrow
yet
unsung
the
dance
step
stagnati­ng
in
the
toe-tap
the
poem
waiting
to
be
found
in
the
shadow
of
t­he
corner
of
almost
and
rhyme
these
are
the
things
that
fascinate­
that
whittle
and
while
away
at
my
precious
time