A quarter moon a rising star

a grand alignment in the sky

the frost is brittle coats the earth

music floats across the lawn

[a still wind, echo of a sleeping  bird]

the night walks on.

The sun an orange vibrant orb

it paints the dawn with fiery breath

a burning question throbs on tongue

but I drive right on.

Your music floats across the void

a single note has pierced my heart

how have I tried, what have I done,

did I find love in the darkest hour?

A quarter moon the earth revolves

a line of planets shining high

the galaxies they stretch they sway

point a sign to the great beyond.

How have I lived, what have I done?

Did I find love in this darkest hour?

How many times have I said those words

& moved right on?

How many times have

I whispered love?

The past is clear it was this ‘n that

a  sea of faces lost in time

I’m at the crossroads of the dawn

but I’ll find a way, yes I’ll find a way

with a single note, the guitar man plays

the guitar man plays.

Your music floats across the void

a single note has pierced my heart

how have I tried, what have I done,

did I find love in the darkest hour?

The women flutter

when you pass

they preen like

pretty birds

& you oblivious

to the dip ’n sway

smile & stride

on by.

A daughter who adored

a wife with many needs:

you walked lightly

on this earth

oblivious to us all

the air, your special dream.

A bird without a soul

hidden by the years

a man with no idea

of the pain you brought

to me.

You soared above us all

at supersonic speed

you lived & died

with no regard

no guilt, no empathy.

I follow you through sleep

an Electra with her sword

I cannot see your face

but love’s the strangest thing.

It has no bonds, no chains

you’re buried in my heart

each day you breathe

through me.

Diamonds burn the lawn

crescent moon fades

a faint red frieze bleeds the sky.

I never knew what ‘old’ would feel

heart still hosts its beat, the breath

frosty puffs in time.

Gone are days of excess joy

& all the pain has settled

to a dull ache

like distant thunder

so talk to me of quantum leaps

a universe that folds its unknown stars:

I watch the waves on broken shore

they mesmerize the tiny hum

of unborn life.

Here a speck of floating dust

waits for darkness to consume,

leaving diamonds on the lawn

a planted tree, a wistful sigh

of who was ‘me’.