Flow of Time

Tick tick tick tick
The seconds sweep by
Little moments in a minute
Little loved
Little thought of
Yet every tick is a second closer
To greater things
Or ending of chapters

Tick tick tick tick
The seconds sweep by
Let them be counted
As precious as the hours
For in a second
A life can change
In a second
A thousand things can happen

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2018

The day has come once again
Among the blast fire in the sky
The sound of laughter all around
The shouts
The cheers
The drinks
The memories
One year ends
Another begins
Some with hope
Some with doubt
All around the world
One hour after another
People leave one year
And enter the next
Some with resolutions
Some with reservations
Yet all march forward
Willingly or not
So here to you
This day
For dusk was one year
And dawn will be another

Still

The morning breaks silent and still
Rows upon rows of men stand still
Their spears gleam in the light
Like a thousand lamps
Their shields polished silver and bright

The day gains strength
Rows upon rows of men prepare
Their hands grip weapons and shields
Ten thousand men stand ready
Ten thousand men stand still

A terrible horn is heard
Than the ground begins to shake
Out of darkness they come
A steady beat of feet against earth
Out of the darkness come men
Out of the darkness comes the enemy
Bronze shield form a living wall
A forest of spears follows

A terrible sight to behold
An army greater than had thought
On and on they pour through
Ten thousand men at the front
With many more following still
Hearts are shaken
And knees tremble at that sight

One man rides before the silver host
“Stand your ground!” He cries

Today we fight not for our own
but for our families
Today we fight not for our king
But for our love ones
Today we stand and defend

With a roar the silver legion cries
A wall of silver forms agains the wall of bronze
Silent in resolve
Weapons made ready
The silver host stands still
As the enemy marches on

Ten thousand feet
Five thousand feet
Three thousand feet
One thousand feet

Gray World

low clouds, fog hiding tops of skyscrapers

The wind howls down empty avenues
And rattles against empty windows
No sun to see
No blue sky to hold
Just the empty streets
Beneath the gray sky
The creak of metal
Of long abandoned cars
And the whistle of wind
Through broken glass

A light flickers on
A woman laughs while her dog barks
Children hurry to buses
And adults chug their coffee
Little by little, cars roar to life
And bikes click down the street
Voices fill the street
And people hurry to and fro

The heat of the cars and people
Burn back the heavy clouds
Drowning out the mournful wind
With laughter and talk
The gray clouds linger
But no longer the focus
As the people talk to one another
Sharing hopes, dreams, and life together

The Train

Beneath harsh light
Standing on formed stone
I wait
Hood pulled up
Bag held tight
The night grows long
And day is near
Yet the sky is gray
And the world is dark

Beneath flickering light
Standing on cracked stone
I wait
Busses creak to a stop
Others rumble off
Still I wait
By the rusty metal tracks
Alone
Without a friend or lover

Beneath white lights
Standing by worn stone
I wait
The rumble comes first
Shaking the ground
A shriek in the air
Heralds its coming
It rounds the corner
Screeching to a stop

Beneath soft lights
Sitting on hard seats
I wait
The city of my birth
Slowly fades away
Pulling my memories with
Like a bad dream
With one last whistle
I am finally free

Beauty of the City

Long had I held
That the city was ugly
With its monolithic giants
And shaped stone
Long had I thought
The towers as walls
And the highways bars
The smell of cars
And constant noise
Were hammers against my skull

But the night came
And I was filled with awe
Of the setting sun
Behind the sky line
Of the towers dressed in light
Or the rivers flowing through
In the quiet moment
The light shown
Softening the hardness of the city
Painting the sky with lights

There is beauty in the city
Through I find it hard to believe
Perhaps this place
Is not the prison I first believed

Heaven’s Lamps

orange moon against a black sky

The first thing I saw this morning
The last thing I saw this night
The first had no light yet shined
The second had no shadow yet casts shadows

A moment’s pause is all I have
To look upon those forms
With a child’s wonder
Long forgotten

Beneath their light
I thought and wondered
Beneath their path
I recalled and remembered

The first held mystery
The latter commanded fealty
One was the hope in the night
The other was relief in the morn

Throughout the ages
They dance through the sky
Often alone
But sometimes together

Throughout the ages
Old and young looked above
Some with awe
Others bowed in worship

Those two bodies
Have traveled through time
Those two bodies
Have counted the ages of man

Orange sunset with green field