Broken (+1)

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)