The old man
all alone
walks into the hospital elevator
presses the button
...
I jump, up
into the air.
I do it again
only higher this time,
...
Everyone's has dreams, of
where to go, who to be;
I too wonder,
when I dream,
...
The sweet smell of rain
Decends like a falling dove,
Leaning into it I feel
A soulful plea...
...
Glassy eyed stars
Those buzzards of the bar,
Glory seeking creatures
Living beyond the bizarre-
...
- The poets dance 'round
the flower of words they've found
while the jesters joke
with the common folk,
...
On the first blade of grass
Rests a frosty little lass,
A delicate cold beauty
Bound by one last winter duty;
...
Where do days reside?
Those faded ones
Whose light has died;
The ones of praise...and of regret
...
The ocean swallows the sun
The world once more spun,
While the night, drinks up the last light
Leaving the day done-
...