Gone like September
from the wind
Gone like the Robin
from its wing
Gone like a child
from its laughter
Gone like the memory
of Spring
Gone like the Priest
behind his vestments
Gone like the hours
from the day
Gone like the waves
atop the ocean
Gone like the months
that lead to May
Gone are the reasons
from excuses
Gone are the moments
trapped in time
Gone is today
from tomorrow
Gone is the magic
left behind
Gone are the memories
from recollection
Gone the beginnings
from the ends
Gone every joy
from every sorrow
Gone what you broke
—but couldn’t bend
(Dreamsleep: June, 2022)
Tattered Dreams
Waking every day
finding part of me behind
The loom threadbare and empty
no yarn there left to find
Coming apart in pieces
stitches lose their hem
Expectations falling fast
inching toward the end
Daylight into darkness
bespoken twill in threads
Voices used to mend and fit
silenced, like the dead
Sleeping with the remnants
dreams of memories lost
Desperations patchwork quilt
—blanketing the cost
(Dreamsleep: June, 2022)