But You Were Never There

Somehow, I found a trace of you
inside the entrance that protected you.

Through remnants, I walked in to find
unwritten letters, anger and emptiness

Layered strongly, is the scent of your habitation
yet I can only smell my own intrusion.

I wanted desperately to place you in my
garden of rainbow fantasies, amid bits of sky

Maybe oft times to speak in whispered vowels

But you were never there............

Where Will You End Up?

Who has stopped briefly on a winter's hill?
Without a future or a past you stand there
in the moment; bare before
yourself……….

You wear a thought that no one sees…
The moon walks across the dark night sky.
You walk across inner moments
of yesterday,today and tomorrow..
Where will you end up…………….

Seashells In Sand

My mind isn’t buried like seashells in sand
Ink spots of reflection become my pen in hand
A glimmer of light becomes my only command
A taste of life becomes my only stand

Truth

Followed closely on the heels of dishonesty, you will find truth making its way
toward the door of home; and there is where it should be most comfortable.