It just is
and what was
well isn’t anymore 
and so goes 
this gay march 
one thing being 
then it’s not 
stars in the 
heavens have more 
permanence than I
being just dust 

One little lamp
in the corner 
and I tucked 
snugly beneath covers 
lay here wondering 
if the world 
outside my windows 
hear my silence 
or if they
buzz about busily
taking little notice 
oh well just 
more for me 
in these few
very delicate moments 

Face forgive and 
accept not according 
to anything known 
just listen to 
your own words 
for doesn’t the 
tree listen to 
the wind to 
know when to 
let leaves go 

I sense
a shift
like having 
driven miles 
and only 
now finding 
fifth gear 
my overdrive
letting me 
go farther 
without wear
and tear 
coasting along 
now alone 
just me
and road
and the 
purr of
my heart 

I enjoy candles 
they reflect peace
and illuminate chaos
candles only burn
in quiet calmness 
and upon them 
I languidly sail
one candle lit
and then two 
are like loves
each taking light 
with them somewhere 
else to dance