Turn of the century
A millennia come to pass
I am an artifact
A remnant of the last
Out of place in either
A man out of time
Old soul suspended on a wire
My precarious position
Hung up on reality, despite my ceaseless wishing
Monthly Archives: March 2021
Spring Beyond The Pane
Muted shades of brown and grey
Last year’s bounty, cold and flat
Waiting for warmer days
Spring within my grasp
Patches of grass, branches in the trees
Soon revitalized, bringing emerald greens
Violets, reds and blues
From this side of the glass, I’ll put them in to view
Waiting
Safety under threat
Strange days
In fear of my next breath
Thoughtful Steps
Eyes turned inward
Toward the shimmers in the dark
Captivate me for a while
Seeking out the heart
Impart from within
Some kind of understanding
A life alike a set of flights, falls and landings
Demand little, find enough
Gain momentum
Pick myself back up
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