Song Of The Nightingale (+2)

Once was a time

I was young enough,

to know and feel the truth

 

But the years laid claim

to my memory,

and the seeds to every fruit

 

Today is but folly,

tomorrow a fool,  

the past like fine wine ages true

 

Where a nightingale sings

in my dreams unrestrained

—that song of myself ever new

 

(The New Room: November, 2020)

 

 

 

Final Call

 

Punching in the numbers

on the celestial dial tone

 

Eternity became toll free

—its area code my own

 

(Dreamsleep: November, 2020)

 

 

 

Road Kill

 

Death failed to show up for work one day,

the clock remained unpunched

 

Hospital’s waiting, graveyards on call,

all coroner’s out to lunch

 

Death took a holiday without checking in,

the pecking order stunned

 

Like a deer on the highway, all headlights turned off

—awaiting what’s to come

 

(Dreamsleep: November, 2020)