winter silhouettes
a copse of sailboat masts cut
from the dawning sky
Present
living day to day
ignoring where I’ve been and
what the future holds
–
frost on the grass
awake in the dark
breathless and immobile
Darkness
with help, exploring
the haunted attic spaces
deep within my mind
–
dancing alone
the ghosts
of past lovers
Light
tall iron street lamps
cast their pallid light over
London’s cobblestones
–
polished pewter
the lustrous glow
of a veiled moon
Escape
stumbling badly
pausing on the precipice
of complete collapse
–
smooth sailing
seeking freedom
from consequence
Outreach
reaching through the gloom
seeking the humanity
common to us all
–
a red call box
tendrils of fog
climbing the ivy
Lost
seeking your guidance
for I cannot find my way
alone through the dark
–
an eerie green glow
eyes wide open
in the darkness
Crimson
the low morning sun
behind a red crepe myrtle
it’s branches aflame
–
fresh snow
blowing alight the coals
of last nights fire
Unease
alone on the sea
caught in a tempest’s fury
far from her home port
–
an unfamiliar bed
the southern cross
in the night sky
Present
living day to day
ignoring where I’ve been and
what the future holds
–
frost on the grass
awake in the dark
breathless and immobile
Darkness
with help, exploring
the haunted attic spaces
deep within my mind
–
dancing alone
the ghosts
of past lovers
Light
tall iron street lamps
cast their pallid light over
London’s cobblestones
–
polished pewter
the lustrous glow
of a veiled moon
Escape
stumbling badly
pausing on the precipice
of complete collapse
–
smooth sailing
seeking freedom
from consequence
Outreach
reaching through the gloom
seeking the humanity
common to us all
–
a red call box
tendrils of fog
climbing the ivy
Lost
seeking your guidance
for I cannot find my way
alone through the dark
–
an eerie green glow
eyes wide open
in the darkness
Crimson
the low morning sun
behind a red crepe myrtle
it’s branches aflame
–
fresh snow
blowing alight the coals
of last nights fire
Unease
alone on the sea
caught in a tempest’s fury
far from her home port
–
an unfamiliar bed
the southern cross
in the night sky
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