light creeps
into morning
as hope
erases
the darkness
that came
before
“Before I built a wall I’d ask to know / What I was walling in or walling out”
from Douglas Moore’s Art of Quotation
Before I built a wall I’d ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offense.
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That wants it down.’
From Mending Walls, by Robert Frost, poet
dreams half remembered
there are dreams
half remembered
on waking
to a room
soaked in moonlight
with long hard hours
left to morning
and the wine
long gone
from the cup
remembering LA: their marks
nothing broke
that wasn’t already breaking
nothing lost
that wasn’t already almost gone
those years
like an eternity
left their marks
on heart on soul
and yet
I would gladly relive them
if only to taste
the sweetness
in your smile
one that seems rather appropriate to repost now with some minor changes
sometimes late at night
when the words don’t come to paper
and my mind drifts too far from the reading
I entertain myself by exploring
a past that could have been
if I had made other choices along the way
to where I am today
no good can come from this
but it does reaffirm the present
since whatever I could have done
or might have been
would not have allowed me to know
some of the people whose lives
intersected with mine
and having those people, those memories
still alive in my heart
as well as the memories, the people
still to come
all making it worth whatever price I paid
to get here
staring somewhat resolutely
toward the next decade
of what is this life
“Our memory is a more perfect world than the universe: it gives back life to those who no longer exist.”
from Douglas Moore’s Art of Quotation
“Our memory is a more perfect world than the universe: it gives back life to those who no longer exist.”
life
a long road
that twists turns
with no end
in sight
life
