Sometimes early 
sometimes late 
but it’s 
always sometimes 
lights on
heat up 
water run
then gurgle 
of teapot 
three spoons 
of one
three spoons 
of another 
some water 
and stir 
more water 
more stir 
such is 
this stuff 
that I 
call morning 

It’s the lights
of night that 
tickle and tease
little dots dancing 
amidst the heat 
rising from homes
all so far 
away making me
wonder just what 
they glow upon 
gleefully in darkness 
little cold souls 

It was once 
just a whisper 
damp and dewey 
plump with humidity 
that beckoned me 
begging for attention 
a moment maybe 
longer followed by 
a kissed kinda 
promise that lingered
like a fragrance 
turned into dream
then to dust
so they go
these heart sights 
that last longer 
than the moment 
themselves ever did 

Sometimes haunt
revisiting that
this haunts 
having once
been haunted 
I imagine
my heart 
like some 
lost and 
lonely house 
at the 
end of 
the lane 
and line 
lost except 
for the 
wandering candles
that appear 
in rooms 
looking for 
what they’d
lost there

When time is 
and never was
how long then
is one’s forever 
my forever with
others is only 
as long as 
we are together 
and never one 
brief moment longer 
or ever later