Dare we admit that time will ne’er be right?
‘Tis 2 AM; we’re far from ending night.
Tag: villanelle
I know not where to look or stand
I know not where to look or stand…
I reach for footing; find just sand.
The Hour is Late
Unopened doors in neverending halls / I know I have the choice to alter clime
A peaceful path perchance yet stranger
The road from here is rocky danger /
And when we reach the end – who knows? / A peaceful path perchance yet stranger
Why seek to steer what moves beyond control?
The merits of mere stasis we extol / As if the middle ground’s a magic tool / Why seek to steer what moves beyond control? / We try to hold it still, then watch it roll…
I come to warmth from cold which reigned supreme
Now hoarfrost melts to liquid dew agleam
I’ve checked the flights from here to there
I’ve checked the flights from here to there, / And there to here, of course (of course!) / I’m sighing, and my Soul’s laid bare.
the wedding lamp
No more does night descend with dread. Who knew you’d light a lamp when asked? I fall into your arms widespread; ‘Tis time to see my head and heart be wed.
defying atrophy 