Memories

its piercing, this silent sound
this empty ringing left behind
by the absence of bustle from a busy day.
it is the echo of life, a cherished hollow
a form made of the memories
not to be lingered on for long
lest the life that made them fade
and you forget their purpose.
– 3/1/10 – 97 #favorite

A Pale Sky

a pale sky looms above your head
cold winds blow against your face
the silence of dreams echo loudly
and doubt beats against your will
yet you stand with your feet set
and defiant you gaze into the deep
to win or die, you set your jaw
and give no ground to your fear
– 2/20/10 – 88