riddles and mystery
dreams in daytime
stored night-watch.

Music of the dark
shore dwellers

Geese flown in
for Winter.

shortened breath iced with cold space
spun away from the Sun
darkness spangled deathly beauty.

Earth-time a gloved friend
counts down rhythmically
fleshy decades on fingers

Rushing steps halt cold,
Crimson glare demands patience—
Time drips through still air.

I come out on pages
Bleed from many different colored pens
Older but not old
Happier but not happy
In love and always loving him
Share,care,and deliver
It is more than Ok to be
You don't have to like it or me
Kindness and gratitude are my friends
I am a writer
Finally,I said it and believe it