Daily Archives: November 5, 2017

Now

I’ve missed so many seasons,
where I’ve watched from the window,
even now, as the leaves fall
as though film in slow motion,
and how many thoughts
over these last few months
I’ve spent in retrospection,
wanting more than ever now
for life to start moving forward,
with me beneath the falling
leaves, as they come down
around me now, and at regular speed
before they turn to snowflakes.

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A Composer’s Dream

The rain falls
like notes
on the asphalt,
the sky,
a composer’s dream,
and he weeps
while his fingers
glide across
the keys
and all the gray
that’s in-between
is where
the music is
within the rain,
between ebony
and ivory.

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