Like drops sparkling of rain
riding the on the coattails of a shooting star
the images dance before me
glimpses caught in the view of the mind
seen in the blur of the passing life
peeking through the blinds of a window
thoughts left in limbo
flashes of light
in the spectrum of my memoirs
the torn reel
severed from the mental movie
of my own recollection
hover the hummingbird
as faces whip by
places slip by
through the knots of the furrowed brow
moisture drops from the aching eye
the tally of torment
and sanctioned sections of the past
those who came and went too fast
connections lost at sea
drifting free
on the frozen tundra of neglected whimsy
sweet moments pure
still endure
in the warm puddles gone
where footprints are made in the sand
for the heel still seeks the trotting splash
dashes and dots like a Morse Code
of an internal tapping finger
some frames still linger
as if the scrapbook fell open
on the floor of the den
sketched art of the pencil and pen
then collected
and let lose to fly from mountain high
as I stand on it's crest
watching them fall in a cascade of memories
an explosion in multiple directions
carried on the sacred winds of prayer
the angels are already there
sharing in my view as they watch from above
this coveted arc of love and hate
riding the twisting dips of simple fate
like leaves on the limbs of Autumn
retrieved forms of my hidden mural
like a written symphony played in silent notes
as I see them gently float
like scattered pictures
Thoughts of a Single Man 2012 tm
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem