Too late to complete
a dream-taking journey
before day dawns. Unfolding
rest of the night, I turn into
my roll of spring

Too old to wake up
in a late morning
until sunlight hurts. Stretching
rest of the day, I walk into
my role of ending

Too quiet to contain
a breath-holding cry
as soul tramples. Reaching out
to the darkness, I see myself
in my own tears

Sep 27, 2016