Never In

With an empty heart
On the outside looking in
At what never was

Fading, Pointless

I feel you fading
My falling tears are pointless
In this silent place

Dusty, Useless

Records and tomes lay
In piles left by truth makers
Not one word is real

Begending

Future past is born
Into ideas and concepts
They breathe, dead alive

Frog Circles

We are little frogs
Floating in acrylic tanks
In circles we swim

Dark, Bright, Is

Bright sun glowing field
Dark silvery cloud backdrop
Just as my heart is

Thunder, Dog

With thunder crack woke
To palpitating heart and
Dog under my bed