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A Letter to My Future Ghost
Beyond my life
There will be
A Ghost of me
Left behind
With nothing more
To say
But what I might ask
I would arrange
A conversation
To see what regrets weighed
Hardest on the mind
When all was over
To see the future ghost
Is to know
That I am limited to these moments
That I have
On this earth
The Moons Confession
In the middle of the night
When the water moves
Slowly over the glass shore
The moon embraces the dark
Sky
Above
With the slightest motion
Comes the confession of the moon
To the ears that listen
But could not hear
The moon sang it’s song
In the midnight clear
Through into the morning
Of history and thievery
Consistency
And heartbreak
The moon sang me to sleep
That night
With the sky and clouds gathered
Opaque
Echoes of Unfinished Goodbyes
Would you leave
If you knew it would be
Your last
Would you hold hope
If there is nothing in the glass
In the time of wander
In the time of destruction
The echoes of unfinished goodbyes
Ring through the streets
To remind us
That life is finite
And complete
So take what you have
And make what you have
The best it can
Be
Roots that Remember
Walking among the trees
The sand dunes
And the fallen leaves
These
Hills
Remember my feet
Walking past in great
Admiration
Of the wonder of life
The wonder of the Chicago
Over Lake Michigan
Industry and what it takes
But the roots remember
Every footstep
In a web of life
Unseen in all
Of it’s glory
The Language of Forgotten Lakes
Water
Flows
From the ground
Lake of Michigan
To the shores of Chicago
And beyond
To the highest clouds
And the concrete walls
The language well below
Where the light never goes
There is a currency of life
That makes easy the way of
Forgotten creatures
Upon the base
Of Lake Michigan
Beneath a Sky of Quiet Thunder
What we hear
In our own ears
May not always fully capture
The rupture
Of the thunder that emits
Well beyond the clouds
For the feather that is laying
Light on the ground
Pushes back
When the wind blows
So does the thunder blow the
Air
Of quiet submission
To the waves
That make it
To the land
Below
A Clock that Ticks Backwards
Time undone
Wrung
In the slightest sense
Of night to day
To light from grey
This day
The hour hands
Work back
To see the mistakes
We made with a clear image
Of how to make life
Better against the grain
Of time
When Stars Weep
Beyond the clouds
The moon and stars
Are placed
Beyond touch
But always touching
Moving burning blossoming
In the hours of evening and night
But when the stars weep
The trails of light
Into a thick evening night
We feel our hearts
Connected in some way
To the stars above
Us everyday
Where Souls Go to Rest
Beyond the sunset
And before the sunset
In the depths of night
And in the rotund burst of mourning
There is a small place
Where souls
Go to rest
Beyond the mountains
And over the sea
Through the waves and beneath
The sand
Holding the light of day
And each others hand
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