Waking from interior dreams during morning hours,

Landing softly in many poems of explanation, full of newly created definitions.

Resting heads on silken pillows, I touch days thatare now lost in death’s embrace.Knowing the sadness leaving me, descends upon sacredgrounds, touching my heart with a gentle timidnessborne of yesterday’s love.

Never being a part of anyone’s adventure, closely following solo desert plains, reacting and feeling tranquilly inside it’s arid beauty.Casting about, trying to find meaning and relief from all sorts of grieving.Standing alone, once and for all, becoming no one again.

fulfilling individual’s fate and circumstances.Noticing illusory images standing always on edges,waiting to be seen and become existent.Troubling only as minute shadows of death’s earlycalling we attempt to ignore it’s presence until weare finally called to answer.

Giving me pleasure in moments of timeless events.Sorting through all the clues, trying to find the answersto unending questions.