This turn
of night 
into day 
always amuses
a perfect 
perpetual fall
when the 
green leaves 
of dark 
turn into 
yellow flames 
of light 

Maybe one day
I will likely 
not though having 
already and now 
this new not
is so quiet
what I imagine 
one feels once 
the soul leaves 
its body and 
begins to explore 
the heavens free

A place be
it bookmark bed
or location beckons 
one to return 
come or go 
sometimes to stay 
a place is
home or finish 
to stop or 
sigh or play 

At last 
I have 
a place 
that’s mine 
that’s me 
that’s my
oh my 
that’s nice 
that’s never 
been before 
there’s something 
about that 
that’s that 

I’ve added photos 
to my home 
simple smiles really 
caught in time 
this is new
for not since 
have I had 
sweet little moments 
rather I ignored 
avoided and forgot 
happiness was hard
but here now 
I have the 
beginnings of joy 
flickers of flame 
framed in wood