
Within
each passing day
I gain…something
step by step
Sometimes a word
Sometimes a thought
Some in pictures
Some forward
Others sideways
Still- I gain
Closer to my old self
But- I must admit
Times do come forth
I stumble- blindly
Veer off course
Feeling as if I’m
Clinging to some night’s
Crude razors edge
Terrified dawn will arise
Finding me absent
From her full bloom
Touch- warm colors
But all I really am
Is left- adrift and unsaid
My grip sheared off
Sending rains to flush
Most of the tints away
And in monochrome
Clumps of cloudy thoughts
Linger, that-I’ve chosen
To abandoned her
For a new season already gone
When all I want
Is to be home
With someone, and…living love
Poet of the Light © 2018