The Absentees

The power of the memory
To tug at heart strings
The heart sings
As mouth smiles
Silently to itself
For as long as I remember
Until I realise those moments
Belong to the past
But take refuge fast
That past
Is also mine
Lost only to time
And he allows me to beckon
At an old laugh
And laugh it anew
And laugh it through
That season of sighs
That befalls my lonely town
Where the snow in April
Maybe gone ‘til November
The absences I remember

Loose Ends

These loose ends
Took me a to a depth unseen
A world unknown
Prior to the madness
With God’s help
My mind closer to the surface comes
Still restless at times
But perhaps for the better
It may be that time is my buoyancy
And maybe not,
A loose end as yet.
It could be
To just be
Is be my best bet