Artifacts
Buried deep below
waiting to be discovered.
Supplying a piece
of a long lost history
with more questions than answers.

Took me a bit to "get it"...but finally it got through.April 21st
The light has revealed
touches of comfort and warmth.
Old friend returning.
Little Cascades
Silver threads descend
Blossom scent and blurred glass panes
Spring leans into drip
Lanterns
Worn path underfoot
Each stone polished by the years
I lift my gaze high
The sky is stitched with new dreams
But the rain still smells the same
Lost
Mouth shaped forms pass by
Steam curling from a hot stone
weightless, drifting off
I wade through your mirror-world
Pockets full of broken keys
Well observed. Taken from life this one.More questions than answers that beg resolve.
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Wish you proper sleep Bob!Sleepless
Night magnifies sounds,
distorting their origins.
Playing with the mind.
Sleepless
Night magnifies sounds,
distorting their origins.
Playing with the mind.
Lost Friend
Years of common bonds
Shared life experiences
What caused it to stop?
A misplaced word or action
or just the end of the path?
