I am Four. Within me swirl four selves, organized chronologically and thus seasonally. They symbolize for me seasons, elements, and binaries. I hate and I love them, as seems appropriate. I am they and they are me - my Little Me, Middle Me, Aging Me and Elder Me. Little me is me in the Spring of my … Continue reading My Many Me’s
Rains descend upon my head The sky grows dark and chill The rush surround my mind and soul To freeze my halting will Clouds move o’er the dawning sun And halt the marching light My vision dims throughout the morn And shrinks into the night Fogs envelope mind and frame The world becomes a haze … Continue reading Rains Descend
I've lost the language I've always known.
All my dreams have slowly slipped away I stand before the massive maw Naked in the fog of future’s present past Memory confused and lost Hope has flown beyond the setting sun Night has come with beasts in tow Clouds preclude familiar silver light On a darkened rocky path Life has lost its special taste … Continue reading Transitory Dreams