Light’s not supposed 
to be so
bright to blind
the best light 
looks but doesn’t 
see the dark
is the one 
that looks for 
the homes mark 
and goes there

Just something 
to say
and not 
to remember 
like so
many things 
are nowadays 

Music inspires me 
it takes me 
to and fro 
sometimes like a
toy tossed between 
sometimes a whisper 
heard between rooms
it brings back 
tastes and flavors 
and aromas and 
fragrances that hang
out of reach

I’ve come to learn 
that haunting isn’t bad 
it’s a being of
having once beautifully been 
just like those empty 
glasses that you see
the morning after with 
lipstick and finger prints 
and you feel that 
warm mixture of misty 

I see patterns 
and from them
I begin to 
cut the cloth 
of human experience 
and the parts 
that I make 
I start to 
stitch them together 
with the thread 
of these words 
taking one thing 
and making another 
from even less