nothing left

a kiss was placed on blushing cheek

breath came shallow and quick

time stopped as arms embraced

tears became laughter and back again

until there was nothing left

but the dream

2/25/2011

flights of fantasy

alone in the forest

the sound of one hand clapping

a peal of thunder lost amid the crash of trees falling

anonymous in the onslaught of time.

voices crying to be heard are drowned out

by the thunder of the hooves of the panicked herd.

yet i heard the sound

alone in the woods

the sound of one hand clapping

keeping time with the rhythm,

the beating of the wings

the flights of fantasy

man and mind, nature and time. 

2/4/1991

the edge of time

i stood at the edge of time and wondered;

if i ever crossed over, when would i return?

reflecting back i saw a million images

along a line unbroken,

a million points of light, each alone

yet somehow still connected.

each awaited my next move-

would i break the chain?

resolutely i crossed over, embracing my future.

it seemed significant then

but, after all, i had done it a million times before.

6/23/1990