Any side of the Sun

palms of leaves
tir’d and slipping
from the wood
onto the bed of marl

cultivating
dreams of rainbow petals

yesteryear’s keepsake to bear
of cloudless blues

the fruits to inspire
of their own dreams
and bless tomorrow’s trees
with laughter

Fishing in the Fog

eyes have sunken
through stilly water

open
asleep

yet drifting awake
inside that other world
thinner than th’ inlying soul
of time

tracking the footsteps
of a Meaning

after surfacing
will pen and paper
at the ready
Remember?

Always Today (from the Time Capsule)

should Tomorrow waylay thee
with whispers from my Heart
‘tis but an Echo
adrift upon our mystic orb
from Night’s other side
ne’er to be lost