Remembering a small

Remembering a small

Moment that has grown large

An insignificant 

The dingy became barge

To others, no meaning

Even I near forgot

Like some old name or face

That echoed until not

Time is without rhythm

Time is without rhythm

Is does not tick or tock

It has no ocean tide

Or the hands of a clock

It has no thickness or

Color or any shape

Time moves without movement

And has no shadow scape

The consciousness rising

The consciousness rising

A warm front from the west

A revelation of 

The solar plexus chest

Playing hooky in Life

Is merely excursion

Plankton to prophecies

Overwhelm immersion

At the end of a dream

At the end of a dream

When hope becomes happen

At the roots of rainbows

The cocoon to satin

Experience exalt

The great climatic orge 

The rim of a hillside

On an echoing gorge

In a longing languish

In a longing languish

Remembrances ringing

Returning to center

Empty handed wringing

The wealth of wonder waits

Discovery imbues

The full weight of questions

Yet more answers to choose

Melancholy purple

Melancholy purple 

Triumphant surrender 

The white flag solution

The remedy render

The battle cry swan song

Neither stalemate or tie

Just sad happiness to

Wish well and say goodbye

At the start of absence

At the start of absence 

Without an orchestra

Free from the rapture of

Sensory plethora 

At the end of ripples

Beyond the rings of words

Left with staring upwards

Just blue skies and some birds