I try not 
to think really
for the pearls 
of good times
have broken free
from their string
and now lay
strewn about scattered 
each one duller
than when joined 
together as one 
such are things 
tied with knots 
of tired promises 

So early 
coffee calls
come hither
leave nigh
wipe sand
from eyes 
add cream 
and sugar 
sit sipping 
and watch 
as dark 
escapes behind 
the mountains 
free again 

Between me
and window
floats dust
unseen by
my eyes 
except for 
when sun
slips between 
wall and 
blinds making 
me think 
that this 
is what 
a glass 
sees when 
champagne sparkles 
about inside 

Oh if only 
my words could 
float about the 
room with the 
same loft as
the melodic feathers
of Chopin I’d
be known for 
keeping souls warm 
and hearts happy 

Comfort comes 
in quiet
in having 
not had
the past
like sun
now behind 
the clouds 
rarely warms