Solstice

Years drop by

like rain:

visceral

then again

disappear

as if……..

Year’s trickle

through my head,

merge

no destination

clear.

These years

have stripped

away

us all:

buoyancy

of youth,

that love

I used to fear

your eyes.

With you

all certainty

aligned

for moments.

Don’t speak

to me

of ‘time’

I wrote

this

in my sleep

through dreams

which make

no sense

a bardo

of belief

a memory

of stardust.