In the quiet stillness of vast empty spaces in time _hums the rhythm of my body.
As my inner hearing rings vibrations of the beating heart in steady motion.
Fading laughter and muffled sounds of distant voices slurs to unrecognizably mumbled words laid to waste. Decreased the thinking of the mind_ halts the plans made in haste.
Unquickened muscles release the tension down deep of spine. Slows the movement of my hands as all energy yields in decline.
Close my eyes in submission to the heaviness of night. Lying quietly suspended within the symphony of my plight.
Exhaling a shallow spirit of life as I leave another day behind.
~~~W12152019
casual, we walk
through each happening day,
moments lived out, yet
indifferently thrown out and away,
remember the mummers
who played in the park?
or desperate longing
in sweet summer's dark?
(who were we then
to our crumbling now?)
a face, framed in a photochrome sun,
a hand holds it now shaking
from a race never won,
each sunrise is faced
in memory's room,
as shadows grow pregnant
with sentimental gloom,
alive to time
so must we lightning live,
as we hurry while hoping
our after image forgives,
(who are we now
as from our younger then?)
decades passed
to this musing night,
one hitch, one step
in bygone flight,
would this present day's cadence
play a differing tune,
if we had held oh so tight
to those west coast Junes?
but, memory costs
and begs for its toll,
burning edges touched roughly
to unquickened souls,
(as we are now lives
in who we were then),
for we, alone, are the ones
strayed into eternity's fire,
burnt offered we harden
on history's pyre.