Lightness after loss
Hope after dark
Life after all
Unchained, free, freed
From inert confusion
Delusion dispersed
Lightness before daybreak
Sleep with dreams
Sleep in peace
Unchained, released restraint
From created capture
Rapture reneged
Lightness during dawn and dusk
Walking without shadows
Walking with angels
Unchained, clasps recycled
From twisted thoughts
And wireless spokes
Lightness under the sun
Lightness under the moon
Lightness, not a moment too soon
Words without ideas
Words without love
Ideas without love, without words
Mute
Brute
Scoot
Shoot
Thoughts without thinking
Thoughts without drinking
Thinking without drinking, without thought
Dupe
Sloop
Troop
Stoop
Sight without seeing
Sight without being
Seeing without being, without sight
Blind
Mind
Find
Behind
Low blow the high flow
Trip the tease that strips to please
Low flow the high blow
Waters edge the bather’s pledge
Strip to please the tease that trips
Waters pledge, the bather’s edge
Low flow the high blow
I’d forgot to grieve
Got up to leave
A mumbling stumbling goodbye
I’d not taken the time to cry
Too too busy not asking why
Caught up in my own insensitivity
Reading some other folks words
Looking at nature, studying birds
Wallowing in the following wind
Now it’s time to come to terms
Wash those wicked feelings, terminate the germs
Wish you all the best, with sincerity
I’m in the country and visiting the city
Writing and reading, words full of self-pity
Drinking coffee and smoking cigarettes
The world has become my oyster
That’s a tricky one, choices can loiter and be foisted
So I’ll catch their word, hoping that’s not too absurd
You thought your way into my thoughts
And you fought your way right out again
It was your thinking not your drinking
That propped me, stopped me from sinking
Your critical, cryptic crossword completion
Revealed, your subtle sense of reason
And your letters, your letters though sparse and thin
Your written words sold me, fever rising, muse within
Your turn of phrase with unnerving staring gaze
Razor sharp, cutting; may I mention tension raised
The gifts you gathered, the detail mattered
Thoughtful choices, so so soft yet carefully scattered
Even now on leaving
Misbelieving there’s no articulated deceiving
Your thoughts I’m holding high
In my sinking, slinking, thinking
