Enough Time...

In a dream I lay on death’s cold bed

Waiting for the reaper

A holy man my hand did hold

And begged for my salvation

With graying eyes and softened voice

I asked in turn for silence

Explaining then that I had no

Unanswered prayers to offer

I wished not for an extra day for

Many I had squandered

Instead I blessed the Time I had

To become all I wanted

When morning’s sun awakened me

And revelation kissed me

Contentment swelled inside my breast

For I became your memory

That single concept...

Considering my madness I float still

Upon and within a single concept which

Encompasses every other thing my mind

Has chosen to entertain these days

I look up at the empty ceiling and try

To imagine the view her eyes are seeing

I shiver in the humid night as an image

Of her runs through my imagination

My dreams and wishes in her pocket

She enjoys her day oblivious perhaps

To my yearning in the distance of her past

Thousands of seconds are invisible chains

Yet each that ticks away leaves me silent

I dare not speak a word in the darkness

Lest my profane tongue should mask

A single melodic beat of her heart

Then in the exile of the empty twilight
A scent arrests my heart and enslaves me

That single concept which engulfs me

Breaks the silence and I whisper

Her name

Lost in thought...

Auburn sky once azure and now fading away

Yielding colors and hues to darkness serene

Vibrancies now reclining in a bed of placid night

And I exhale and watch the last of song birds

Hurrying off to their nests and young

My lungs scream as I have forgotten my breath

Lost for ten thousand moments in a thought

While wide open eyes see nothing of that which

Surrounds me and yet has no meaning here

Between a gasp and a subdued heartbeat