The weight of an empty chair

Weighs on my mind

What could be filled in that space

Misused and misled

The full weight is beyond the number

So know that the empty

Could one day be full

My own choices

Boiled out

Through the years

Distilled and ancient

But when time speaks

In a visceral tone

Known

To those who hear it

I have to take a moment to

To embrace the path

Of what was

And then breathe deep

To see what could

Be

Through the evening and

Into the night

The free approach

Of the darkness

Unchained

As it goes

The smallest off dew

From the later afternoon

The moonlight has no chains tonight

In the crystal clear sky

Comes with the season

Set up by the turn

Of the earth

Each small bloom

Prepares a life

Force

To construct a

Vibrant

Spring

On the edge of the blanket spring

And

Can’t come soon enough

In the silence of thought

The only new strain

Is the discovery

Of a hope

Buried under the lights of

A past gone by

But dispatched in haste

Makes new waves

Hopes

And opportunity

For the bright

Future ahead

Beyond the notes

Stamps and collections

The overdue letters

Sit waiting for a life

To have purpose of direction

The postman of forgotten letters

Grabs each and every letter

Poem and

Description

To take the words

Home to the rightful

Place of the address

To be sent