Insomnia

The solitude of the hour sits in silence.

The slow penetration of crisp air chills my throat

as each inhale delivers me anew.

Bundled under blankets, I lay motionless.

My fingertips pulse the tone of my heartbeat,

reminding me I’m alive.

If not for its rude interruption, I would have forgotten.

Wish I had forgotten.

The minutes dance slowly across the ceiling

as I watch them wave in mocking gestures,

taking their time to stop and pity my motionless hull.

The sun has taken her leave and the moon fears to approach

despite the cloudless sky.

Black of night engulfs the silent city,

as if someone reached down from the Heavens

to pinch out the irritancy of candlelight’s

and strangle every sound until the streets were pin drop still.

While enveloped inside this room on a bed built for two,

I acquaint myself with loneliness,
except for my eyes whom weigh

with the memories of one score and five.

A Mutual Separation

Love, let go.  Pass me by.

Your silence dared to deny?

Satisfy; no longer equip.

Waste of time be. Please forget.                     

Shaken self need not be told,

forgeries in every word.

Hollow minded hearts agree,

recalling tragic memory.

Frosting.

Butter cream.

A knife dips,

cutting its way through soft perfection

forging peaks and valleys as it rounds corners,

scrapping every edge.

The warm hospitality

of fresh oven treats

hovers over the kitchen,

inviting the house to gather here,

safe from the intruding cold

of winter’s breath.

Rise & Shine

Sunny side up this day has been blessed

as the hour is early to activity invest.

Gather friends from slumber state,

call out to them “awake, awake.”

A new day is here for trouble chasers,

morning risers and rainy day erasers

to finger paint dance in crooked lines

across the world like hands of time.