The Possibilities Songs

I am truly cast down low,

The numbers prove it:

A friend is leaving: skies,

Though blue, are weeping.

But please …

Be still a while;

Listen, listen, listen …

Maybe I’m a little crazy, on

The outside of too much wine… Continue reading

The Crocus Road

The small, out-of-history,

Far away lights in these

Big, darkening skies make

Reassuring noises; the shadows

Do not clash and threaten.

The horizon is a pale-line queen

Swooning beneath a ripped-tissue

Curl of early-spring-promise  moon.

The crocus road is longer, much longer

Than I could have expected and I start

To fall towards a gentle, butterfly death.