Written by: Donald Meikle

Ashes adrift in cold breezy whispers 
Mesmerized Monday finally seen 

So I sat here/there fingers achingly tapless over blurred keys. 
Wetly wondering in salted moving air... 
Clouds huddle together crowding for position- 
avoiding the ever sinking sun 
Welcoming darkness impatient in the wings.... 

Soon .....well soon enough words would dribble- 
dropping double entendres in croissant swirls. 

Darting and daring to form movements 
creating caresses to shiver- 

shudder tingle spine touches... 
tuning vibrating space in distant time 
timely distance 

springing to spark the awe of appreciation 
begging for light to guide them