Stillness speaks in words
I seldom hear…
candles burn – scented yesterday.
The sweetest night was past…
from places dear
another time – a place I might have stayed…
But silence knows the song I sing…
dancing barefoot in the dark,
waltzing past the moon while others doze –
closer to forever than the stars…

Was once confessed but met
with disbelief;
we’ve forgotten what it means to dream
caught in papers – there the evening news;
everything (and nothing) as it seems…
But I’ve discovered
hope in discontent,
moments found me lucid (eyelids closed)…
simple prayers I never spoke aloud
are whispered soft –
communion, no one knows…

from silver wings that flicker on the
lawn…
past the purple glow of Al Jabba,
I’ve met ten thousand more
that have no names…
history betrayed their moment’s mark…
But for the dreamer,
once had walked alone
another shining moment we forgot…
caught in memory
and written there…
time may have forsaken,
but we have not…

Between the ticks of ten and two,
all I am is come for me…
Twilight pulls the mortal world to bed,
and I pretend to let
the veil of slumber fall around…
were only I so willing to
be led…
Would pass between the shadows
cast by misery and want…
would rest and wake tomorrow —
nothing strange.

Complacency is petals wept
before the blackest swan;
hands are stopped –
eternity exchanged…

And there, across the table
a familiar face,
eyes are met with knowledge
of the truth…
Presence finds assurance
in the noonday sun…
Coincidence, a world denied the proof…
A fleeting smile, a knowing laugh,
secrets shared by strangers…
candles burn – scented yesterday.

The sweetest night was past…
from places dear
another time – a place I might have stayed…
silence knows the song I sing…
dancing barefoot in the dark,
waltzing past the moon while others doze,
closer to forever than the stars…

closer to forever than the stars…