There a mountain in my rearview mirror
a magnet for my soul
Pulling on what’s only borrowed
its lease to keep me whole
There’s a mountain in my rearview mirror
calling out my name
Its winds have blown my heart to rest
—which time cannot reclaim
(Santa Fe New Mexico: February, 2019)
The Mask
Time is the mask that all memories wear,
as feelings age within
Time is the bridge where eternity walks,
each footstep to begin
Time is a voice spoken only inside
where denial cannot hear
Time is the measure of what’s yet to come
—in moments far and near
(Santa Fe New Mexico: February, 2019)
Stolen Moments
Time immortal, the master thief,
stealing tomorrow from the past
Abducting each moment, all life itself,
—today within its grasp
(Santa Fe New Mexico: February, 2019)