there is forgiveness in the mornings,
before the day breaks,
before the grey shadows
are but kissed awake.

there is forgiveness in the mornings,
in the heart and the mind,
still drifting from sleep,
with thoughts undefined.

there is forgiveness in the mornings,
in the still before light,
for those who’d been restless,
and wearied by night.

What was the last thing I said to you before we went back to being strangers?

I strike a match

so I may adore the untamed fierceness

of the flame‘s brief life.

I do this each day

to remind myself of what once burned within me.

I do this each day

to remind myself that even a spark

can be a fire hazard.

The pursuit is in vain
the journey a fantasy
to my inner sanctum I should return
where resides the true me-

everywhere is the clamour
'  this is the true philosophy
   do not walk in error
   this will set you free'

  the public well is poisonous
  drinking therefrom leads to malady
  give me the pure rain-water
   it will keep me healthy--

   alone in the deepest silence of night
   untainted by the voice of rude humanity
   with the moon and stars as company
   I am content and blessed in my serenity.