Death
my soul recoils from
the cold skeletal touch of
the angel of death
–
twilight-
fireflies lead me
across the river
my soul recoils from
the cold skeletal touch of
the angel of death
–
twilight-
fireflies lead me
across the river
almost a year clean
yet I still have a hard time
passing by the spoons
–
closing time –
club soda
my paltry reward
meager candle light
cast upon these cottage walls
mingles with shadows
–
gold leaf-
dappled through
the tree tops
immaturity-
unsure of how to deal with
my first streaks of gray
–
afternoon light-
test swatches
on the wall
to ease your burden
I’ll stand by your side a while
and shoulder your load
–
distant clouds-
fences in need
of mending
an outdoor cafe
she watches the passersby
sipping her water
–
bare foot sun-
luminous in
a sheer skirt
an aging lighthouse
stands sand blasted and buried
by the walking dunes
–
frigid winds-
the predawn
desert frost
a glowering moon-
the creak of a rocking chair
in an empty house
–
moonlit shadows-
your hand
pale in mine
high flying embers
remnants of a prior life
slowly turn to ash
–
distant thunder-
lightning strikes
a joshua tree
from this day forward
two lives bound together by
simple bands of gold
–
rich brown earth-
massive oxen
yoked together