The Sounds of Springtime

The birds are singing to one another now, They do not sing to us, But we are listening. New buds are growing slowly on the ends of branches, Displacing ever so slightly the air around them, Coming to our ears as a low hum, And we wonder: To how many monsoons could this movement be … Continue reading The Sounds of Springtime

…And the Sun is Shining Once More

The sorrows that once assailed us and held us in place Are now the sorrows of yesterday Replaced as such With the troubles and worries of today. We have woken so many days Doubtful of ourselves, Fearful of the challenges we know we face And ever more fearful of those we do not, But have … Continue reading …And the Sun is Shining Once More

The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part III (Even When It Cannot Be Seen)

A thick, black fog hangs low over this place now. Long shadows cast by rolling waves of darkness spilling across the houses and walkways. With each passing second, breathing becomes increasingly labored.   The windswept streets grow empty and desolate, As the life that once filled them hides behind doors and walls of brick, As … Continue reading The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part III (Even When It Cannot Be Seen)

Each With Their Own Story to Tell

Do we not all exist As figures in a grand portrait Captured Each second In a cosmic still-life Our lives existing Within As well as between Each vibration Each motion Each advancement of the scene? We are all here Together Huddled On an improbable And utterly awesome Sphere of space debris That is spinning through … Continue reading Each With Their Own Story to Tell

With a Breath

Smoke curls gently from the end of a lit cigarette Hanging in the air The light filtering slowly through As the clouds drift aimlessly in the open air Before falling softly to the floor below For a moment I am lost My mind captured in the swirling smoke Twisting and floating Moving aimlessly against minimal … Continue reading With a Breath

The Past, At Rest, Awakens

Eyes once closed Spring open Once more Returning from Deep freeze Seeing clearly Scenes long since abandoned Grey and faded Curled at the edges From years of neglect Reminiscence Sorrow relived Sometimes the past Is best left In the past Bridges to nowhere Thomassons true Utterly useless But clearly maintained Only when accessed Now we … Continue reading The Past, At Rest, Awakens

Not Forgotten but Neither Dwelt On

Once these words Have moved, freely From my mind To the space in front of it They are no longer mine If ever they were; Rather They become An entity all their own, Living and breathing and eating and procreating, Not residing for any extended period of time, Leaving bastard children and forlorn lovers in … Continue reading Not Forgotten but Neither Dwelt On