wpadmin – Page 165

Rivers of blacktop
Streaming towards infinity
But going nowhere.

Tiny rivulets
Reveal traces of pink skin
Down her dirty cheeks

The cold winter breeze
Whispers empty promises
Of the coming spring

Fighting wakefulness
I can get a week’s sleep in
Just five more minutes

Deep in the paper
The dance of light and shadow
Finally revealed

So many times have
I searched for new perspectives
Through my daughter’s eyes

The warm crackling fire
A great book, a flannel throw
And my wife’s cold feet

I blindly reach out
Seeking across the darkness
For your existence

Wafting on the breeze
There comes the gentle scent of
A lilac in bloom

beads of morning dew
glisten on blades of grass like
jewels in the dawn