This music 
it haunts
wafts eerily 
reminds me 
and plucks
no longer 
pleases pleasing 
but playing 
and not 
happy memories 
that sing
but those 
that hum
having once
known lyrics 
but now 
just dog
eared and 
yellow curled
corner pictures 
of old
love gone 

The morning moon
hangs barely above 
mountains like the 
pendulum of clock
forgotten to wind 
and in stillness 
it simply waits 
for the day
bus to arrive 

Oh that’s good 
oh that’s better 
a cuppa you 
sometimes hot sometimes 
cold sometimes iced 
the same flavor 
sweet rich dark 
with hovering and 
then swimming cream 
that blends slowly 
like a soloist 
who joins the 
rest of the 
chorus once her
part is over 

Life and death 
are book ends 
holding together and 
keeping in place 
volumes we are
each hardback filled 
with stories of 
adventures and challenges 
triumphs and tragedies 
all bound together 
by sweat and 
tears and blood 
from broken hearts 
you go the
same way you 
came all alone
from the beginning 

I don’t miss
because I don’t 
live in the 
past I don’t 
yearn because I 
don’t live in 
the future I 
just am because 
I live only 
in the moment