November 24, 2017Poem

Barely a moment

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Barely a moment

To believe

A thankless wind

Whistles

Through the cracks

In my soul

It makes a liar

Out of summer

The solidity of home

So much more

Than a flicker of disapproval

Will cross this path

As the candle burns

Snuff it out

Along with the light

Leave the darkness

As a companion

If only I was lonely

It would be a feeling

To hold onto

In the drift

Between times

Lost is a place

Without time enough

To breathe

The clock ticks

A slow hand

With little to move it

Forward

All hangs in the balance

Should the blind

Be loosed from mine eyes

What would be

Left to see

Of what once was me.