you are unsure of the moment
of when you dreamed of cotton candy clouds and
God, asking for another chance to spiral
but you've been through lifetimes of "wonderful rehearsals of a blooming blackberry bush"
that its become revenant,
a persuasiveness of another trustful lilac that your life
will never been a desirable garden but you've found
a diagnosis to lose all the highway
sighs, "provoking the past and
present"

- G

come close, come children
sadness reigns, it will rain soon
carry yourself, child

I gave you the shirt off my back,
And I watched you buy a coat.
You told me it was cold,
And left me naked in the snow.

Time is the mask that all memories wear,
  as feelings age within

Time is the bridge where eternity walks,
  each footstep to begin

Time is a voice spoken only inside
  where denial cannot hear

Time is the measure of what’s yet to come
   —in moments far and near

(Santa Fe New Mexico: February, 2019)