In the depths of a cold winter
Off the shores of Lake Michigan
The piers of Chicago
Extend
Into the webs of ice
Blistering through the
Cracking of time
On the streets full of vibrant
Life with fires in the souls
Of everyone who knows
The days and nights
Of Chicago life
Beyond the cat tails
And deep in the forest
Thought the tees
And over the marsh
Where the wind flows
Gentle and cool
There is a place
So remote
That the wildflowers
Whisper
Quietly about the coming rains
The expectations of change
The hopes of summer and
The end of fall
I live here in my own spirit
To take the flowers words
In the hearts
Of the ones
Who take the time to
To hear it
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
Crisp
Clicks
Cracks and snap
Of the footsteps left
Behind
In the history
Of time
Echoed into space
Along the way
And captured in the faintest of
Sounds
But drown
In a world obsessed with motions
So we hold on
To those we love
Before our footsteps too
Will be forgotten
The quintessential
Excuse
To avoid the words
That could resound
In the nature of the ear
Make sense of the confusion
The highest of honors
Takes the back seat
These days
For other types of
Pursuits
Both silly and unusual
So I hold hope
For a solid
Return
One moment away
Can be eternity
If the pieces fall
In the divide of time
Where even a minute is
Too late
To take the setback
Is to be bold and weary
Upon the arrival
Of another day
I’m late
Again
It what for
Who knows
The time flies
And my mind goes
Were there ever simple times?
A time when everything was smooth
As the morning dew
Rather I object
That time neither existed
In romance or
Realism but
Was a fragment
Of imagination
Lodged in the hopeful
For today is the day
Of hope for me
Regardless of the fate I see
We start in with
Today
Pushing ahead
In a world
Half alive
Half dead
Tomorrow is
Another day
Another chance
To be
Free
The evening
Was blue
From the start
Easy as it came
In from the western shores
So I stood
Taking in the waves
On the shore
Seeing the city line
Over the water lines
These piquant nights
Are the most
Enticing
I have ever seen
