Spring ’23

Interspaced noise

static television

vision of a green field

blooming flower

rose bush

cutting hedges

fledging among the birds

transition from the past

to a new beginning

pastures that bring light

your time to shine


Tomorrow, tomorrow.
Sumptuous gaze,
bringing fresh roses neatly cut garden hedge,
for sun rises over the rivers,
a dew lingering past scent of depths unseen,

You say you want to go on,
I say the lost truth is paining me,
I saw the darkness in those eyes...

never feeding,
opening up,
tomorrow brings more empty spaces,
empty spaces to be explored,
trying not to turn back on myself,
you're sinking further into the night,
let go,
tomorrow isn't waiting for anybody.