I'm living in the midday of my life.
The textures have all changed,
edges blurring from the careless
hand of time, a sloppy paintbrush
...
Dawn creaks open,
splitting sky
with painful slowness;
sun sears the clouds,
...
I did not feel fear when
pain grabbed me by the chest
shook air out of my lungs,
triggered the sluice gates of my pores
...
morning welcomes memory
the light of recognition
firing up the patterns
for the day
...
Can you see me in the dark?
Do I glow come hither light,
world wide web will o the wisp,
mere sparkle of the neurons
...
I play with words
and they betray me,
putting all my secret
thoughts on view,
...
More than pretty cards
on paper, more than
chocolates or wine
more than dinner
...
Night has come to take me hostage,
tie me up in fantasy and dreams
of romance mixed with lobster
which I might prefer, it will not
...
The clouds cast shadows
on the sea, all dark, all green,
a tinted threat above the land,
a doorway into stormy times
...