last night

Last night seems so far away.

Time has gone by the wayside.

The morning has arrived. Now,

what’s left are memories from

what was done. Time to look

ahead as I build up the courage

to get out of bed. Dreams, sleep,

and time separate last night

from this morning. Now, birds

are singing. Most are soaring.

We never know when last night

will be our last night. Wrong

or right, the transition to day

brings us closer to the light.

Life isn’t promised or guaranteed.

Tonight could be my last night.

Odds are it won’t be. But, life

is unpredictable as entering

the void is inevitable. Still,

I do what I can to love: to fill

my soul with love and passion.

Don’t forget about last night,

but enjoy the morning. Enjoy

the past, the future, the present

before asking where the time went.

No Vacancy

As the day moves, I seem to lose
track of time. I seem to forget
where my thoughts went. Still,
I feel fulfilled even when milk
is spilled. Thoughts, memories,
and feelings take refuge inside
my wide eyes. All I have seen,
heard, and felt does not melt.
What remains stays in frame.
All that I am is made up of old
times and slant rhymes. Still,
there is no room to goof off.
Now, as I move on, there is
no love lost – no cross to bear.
No fear: no vacancy: no way
to tell when all will be well.
Life is full of ups and downs
and broken crowns. It’s time
for stars to align. Believe it
to be true; it starts with you.

Over / Under

Many don’t understand how

to get over some things. Over

time, most dig underneath to feel

something deeper. We overvalue;

few truly understand the over-

arching message of needing re-dos:

do-overs. Those under the weather

are under the impression that it

doesn’t get better. Some are over

it, and that is an understatement.

Some feel the need to overpower

underachievers. Yet, those who run

hot will overheat. Under the sun,

life can become overwhelming.

Sleep under the stars and protect

your dream. When it’s all over,

our eyes close as the sun lowers.

Dead of the Night

The sound of silence – feelings
of loneliness. The sight of darkness.
The seclusion of time. The power
of stillness – lacking movement.
The memory of day. The joys
of spending the night alone.
The ability to think – to envision
the future. The willingness
to reflect. It must be the end
of the day. The sun has died
to no one’s surprise. The moon
has risen with precision.
With a retired sun, lost souls
have the time of their life
during the dead of the night.

In my Dreams

I seem to believe what I see
in my dreams. I can recall
vivid visions of my past.
I remember you visiting me
in my dreams. I fall asleep
with you on my mind as I find
time to unwind. Deep in sleep,
my brain goes unchained.
I take a walk without moving
and I talk without speaking.
In my dreams, my broken
memories come visit me.
Old thoughts and new ideas
dance inside my head, behind
my eyelids. In my dreams,
everything feels all too real.
As I sleep, the show starts,
in my dreams, where I watch.