7:25pm

Magic, like moving corridors,
The sliding panes uncover
Heated hues of hills and creeks
Pink pervades the waters.

This is the place --
The very spot,
To be kissed by a warm moon
And it lights me up.

Glow now as an ember,
Tiny flickers of brilliance;
Catch the colours
Chase the chill away.

8:00pm

Over the horizon
Over the city
Over the white scuffle
of run over clouds
I am there
Watching and waiting
Wishing and praying
Wistfully wondering
where my wandering might take me.

And would the sky be any wider,
any more golden
or exponentially wonderful --
with the addition of you.

We're paving paths in the wind
whether you know
and whenever I go.

11:17pm

The thing about perspective is
you only have your own -
it can shift from here to there
but you're still seeing
from one side

The thing about life is
all we need is a little perspective
but we have to make do
with our spot in the room.

12:05am

I don't remember the starting line
or when the pistol shot
I was already in the race
before I learned to walk

I don't know how to keep the time
-- the seconds, minutes, hours
Every day a different pace
The miles pile on with power

I cannot see far up the road
but I know - I'm running out of pavement
So while my heart's against the wind
I'll not think once of caving

8:51pm

I scribbled a few thoughts on paper
I threw it away
Scraps of letters in a wastebasket
line the walls of plastic

And would it not be fantastic
if this meant nothing more
than a moment of frustration
but it is a sorry metaphor