Do you Wish to SEE

Everything that I retrieve comes from my past. I can see the shadows
waving around me like a wind blown summer. As I stop and think about it,
if it happened a minute ago, it's in the past. I have what we all have;
a cluttered memory box that's opened on all sides; to me of course.

Somewhere in the shadows will lie tomorrow's past. Do I wish to see
what that section looks like? No... Am I afraid of what the future holds? Maybe..
Aren't you? I would like to trail my fingers thru portions of the shadows and erase things. All of us are human beings. We all have shadows that swirl around
in the dark expanse of our memory box...Don't we?

Like a blind man, he touched me gently. He touched the lips
of my smile as I felt his voice wrap around me like a fine silk
glove. He drank me like a summer's eve. The breeze brought forth
the murmuring of the leaves as he disappeared without a trace.
The white mist of loneliness settled over me

Can't You Hear My Echo

A silence falls as if each part of creation is waiting. The trees
are reaching toward skies of blue while the sun yawns with its yellow
mouth. Somewhere in the distance a fire lives and breathes; I feel
the roar from its crackling conversation. Clearly, the garden
gate swings as a shadow on my garden wall. Can't you hear my echo
calling you? This echo without two voices.

A Torn Page

I am not just a torn page from your book of phone numbers
Nor your shadow at the end of a winter's day. You can not
pencil me in because I am not your appointment; nor will I
ever be your torn page