My life is poetry and I am always
with pen and paper close at hand
knowing that my experiences
both past and present give me
the words that I write.  

I live these remaining days of my
life, however long that may be,
just a soul in this crazy beautiful world
with poetry as my art and I dwell
within these shadows but it is
in these shadows that I can see,
being careful, calm, and free.

Haunted by memories
that return to me in my sleep,
I go to these empty places
filled with empty faces
always trying to
consume me.

So many thoughts in my head
as I sleep and so many when
I am awake leaving me
to think to myself that it is
such a waste not to write them down,
knowing that what has happened to me
is poetry in motion even though
they sometimes cause me to frown.

I have tasted the fruits of love
and from them come my words
and they prove to be
a never ending
source for my poetry
and I will write as long as time
permits me to do so
and as long as there's
breath within me.                                    Jon York        2013