At last awaken senses
dulled by subjugation...

Time flies.
With every blink another year...

So now what comes to pass
as flutters shift where...

The glint of gold amongst the green
a berry ripe with autumn’s sun...

A Stranger Watching Life Pass By
Is this all there is...

Peaceful recollections blur sharp edges
as under summers sun time reverses...

Here, upon this greying carpet
midst the shards of...

Suspended here up high
amid the fickle cobwebs...

There is no dreaming here.
No beauty left in washed out...

Trust me,
The time for tears...

Safe haven in the storm of life
I cling with fingers numbed and worn...

Today I saw the sun come up
and wondered at the beauty of the world...