What was once the dark hours of my being...


I had these thoughts
Without words to go with them

My mind deepened
Into cylindrical vases
Colorless dye

There I could mourn like old messages
To a friend who no longer knows my essence
Nor measures up
to keep it holy

Not knowing what to do with all the
moments
I've missed them

Reacting to what was
Least imperative

In virtue or in fate

Future moments unwind in my mind
Like clockwork moving
In clockwork speed  
Spinning time
Fortune cries

Just to get rid of it all
To please the psyche of my soul
When words aren’t enough
I am felt

Wholly
When the knowing comes to know
That haunts the darkness of those years
ago

As it creeps up
onto shoulders
Landing on its victory  


Opening up
to new living

Immense and soothing

Breathes in timeless pools of
emptiness
Creation peaks
and so I am.