Sometimes in my regrets

Sometimes in my regrets

I find small dignity

What was said and not meant

In our eternity

We have to seek futures

And both redraw our map

No river between us

Or a wide mountain gap

Witnessed by the sunlight

Witnessed by the sunlight

Time took no heed to keep

Unrequited sharing

Faithless, no need of leap

Smiles on a lowered head

Un-orchestrated touch 

Knowledge to move forward

Together but as dutch

Unable to make chord

Unable to make chord

Isolating to pluck

Having strummed too long to

Find myself needing tuck

Like breaking up clouds for

Cumulus and curling

Or an AWOL starling 

Perched instead of whirling 

No ground beneath our feet

No ground beneath our feet

Dog whistle now foghorn

The slaughter of sheep by

The shepherd’s and their thorn

Then collide in midair 

The owls against eagles 

Cruelty is not just

The Kind are the regals 

We are bathing in days

We are bathing in days

The sun our bar of soap

Oligarchs slinging mud

Cannot wash us with Hope 

In the yawns of winter

As we turn on our friends

The poor getting poorer

The rich with dividends

Looking for a comma

Looking for a comma

A field in a forest

A brief break in clouds or

A rest after chorus

A stop in skipping stones

No tossing of a coin

No wishing on the stars

A space before rejoin

An ice age is coming

An ice age is coming

Where the snowfall is black

Listen to the bird calls

Going forward goes back

The ice picks are crosses

Give poverty prayer

The peaceful are frozen

The darkness a nightmare

Just sixty-five dollars

Just sixty-five dollars

Versus millions per day

Who needs to feel the pain

Who is better to pay

The person counting change

Or the billionaire boss

Counting accountant heads

And a buffer from loss

A silence unblemished

A silence unblemished 

So difficult to share

Outside of the moment

Painted light and still air

The forgotten stresses

Many hearts in one pace

Before the burst of noise

And the breaking of grace

Shouting from a loud heart

Shouting from a loud heart

Where do we go from here

By protecting ourselves

Very little gets near

How can we move forward 

Transparency that’s clear

Adapting and changing

Life far greater than fear

Even beauty succumbs

Even beauty succumbs

This slow arc of the sun

With clean brushes painting 

Graphite shadows begun

Unable to settle

It sets in remember 

Between each New Year and

The end of December 

Raised inside of silos

Raised inside of silos 

Ten fingers on your hand

Stretched out on lion paws

Parceled with understand

Quarter after quarter

Change in gumball machines

Necessary empty

To defeat the regimes

There’s a space between us

There’s a space between us

A river and ferry

We could build a bridge but

It may not rain merry

Down by water waiting

All the boats rise and fall

Together in effort

Inside this strong flood wall

The waste of wishful dreams

The waste of wishful dreams

Do not show splintered wood

There is no broken glass

Just could have, should have, would

Naive to believe and

Heartbroken from nothing

Materialized and

Thoughts vanished from crushing

I hope I am able

I hope I am able

To confide everything

The honesty of Anne

The frankness it can bring

Have a delightful smile 

Retain the sense of lamb

And be in the moment 

There in the window jamb

Inescapable truth

Inescapable truth

Is not hard to swallow 

Not vague math equations 

Less than’s left to wallow

Emotions are wanting

Here at the lost and found

My unmatched blue mitten

Without its mate around

Rain instead of snow falls

Rain instead of snow falls

The city reflecting 

Streetlights and headlights are

Flashing intersecting 

The past seeping up in

Puddles and blurring streaks

It is too late for me 

Or birds to wet their beaks