Shall I?

Spin words based on images
Of magic and illusion
Of lost moments spent
In independence
As rockets glare against night skies
Where Venus and Jupiter linger
As two?
Shall I weave cloth spun from fabric
Of meshed threads entwined
Built stronger when together
And shall I find photographs
Through memories of events
Of family
Of togetherness
Of yesterday’s now gone
And I shall write a word or two
As eyes drift into thought
At all that is
And of all that will be,
And I stand here against the blue skies
As flags unfurl to the majesty
That crumbles daily
And I hold a candle not yet sold
To this day
This hour
And this minute wondering
What is it all for?
And I will leave the page in a blank state
To be filled at a later date
When I return and find myself
Whole
And not so alone
In the big picture of it all
And I no longer have to wonder
Why?
Where is the peace to be found?

A silence of memory

Eyes that gaze outward
silence of a memory obscured
beyond the broken glass pane of yesterday
was a moment once remembered
now lost among the busyness
of a day gone mad.
Earth changes black and white
capturing colors in prisms
yet hidden by fog
where is the sun the child asks
and I no longer know.
The evil fills the emptiness
life lost in desperation
and I still peer out into the dark
knowing that there is another way,
another place within the mind
where seasons cycle through
and goodness reigns
to open the window and breathe
the air of coolness
it hangs and falls silently
as if never there at all
and in the moisture words are drawn
I am here
I am aware.
Where is that memory
tucked away for a rainy day
needed occasionally to fulfill
the smile that fell
needlessly in the moment
of chaos.