As Tides Always Will

Those years ago,

Our first encounter,

I had only sounds …

Sounds and the pictures

Behind my eyes.

Now tunes return, as

Tides always will

And now I am able to

View the world-as-was.

I cannot help but smile

– So rainbow wide –

At the waters deep,

The bridges long

And all of those

Glorious adventures

In smoke.

Never Heard

Babble from the streets,

Through the leaded window,

Across the keyboard,

Jars with the rain-beat rhythm:

The language, perhaps,

Of fishes, never heard

On land before.

Engine coughs –

Like a shotgun.

The silence that follows

Is heavier than noise.