COLLAGE

The morning comes to consciousness,
Fills the air with light,
The new tasks for the day
Laid out for me.

Let's get them done,
Between our other things.
A kiss, a hug,
Duty bound with other masquerades,

That time resumes,
Dazed that so many sunsets,
Have been spent in a thousand rooms
Arranging furniture.

Antigue blankets on beds, arranged just so,
You lay on the top and wait
Dozing as I'm consumed with phone calls,
Emails and jobs unfinished.

A flictering light
Wee hours' pen,
scratching a half hope,
With larger dreams,

Sparrows in the trees
Awaken me with pen in hand,
Another vision to record - later.
Between the hours,

Of washing clothes,
Dishes and hearts of dreams.
We thought ten years ago,
We would've reached.

My soul stretched out
Across the skies,
But trampled under your feet
"Oh was that yours?"

The tossed notebook
A notion of some gentleness,
Remanent among the diffused,
Among the soft rain drops.

I thought the spheres would be different,
After nearly twenty years,
Fancy my reaction,
The spheres still circle likes leaves in the parking
lot.


~Dave~
25 July 04