Worthy & Kept

One can see something familiar

Underneath it all

Cast aside

As though the cares of the day

Are but sticks to be thrown on the fire.

Burn your way clear of it all and put from yourself

All those empty worries

Shed it all.

Breathe life into your tragedies; cocoon them

Outlive them and outpace

Their best efforts to bring you down.

You kept all the old hearts you broke

Yours to define and to win

Yours to tether and to skin

Now you only breathe smoke

Now you only think for real after a toke

Now you’re nothing like you were

You’re a smudge and you’re a blur

What’s ceased and gone is worth a lifetime black wardrobe

Mourner mistaken for faker in his high castle of solitude.

Evening Walk

I walked home with my books
In evening’s pastel blue
November’s chill compelled me
To hurry past the view.

Yet grey clouds stood like mountains
Beyond the city’s light,
The far off traffic winking
And autumn’s leaves in flight.

The laughter of the jackdaws
Was sweet as choir song,
But yet evening was dying
And night would not be long.

The hills were green and silent
Beneath the fading light.
The moon shone brightly, clearly,
Yet birds were still in flight.

And as I passed a stranger
Who might have been a friend,
I dipped my head to greet him –
He did not comprehend.

So on I walked, and neared my street
With orange leaves beneath my feet
And found my restlessness was lost
With weary legs the only cost.

The trees like towers, tall and wild
The night descending, daytime’s child,
I brought my eye to sky at last –
But evening had already passed.