Houses on riversides

forever are perpetually reflected,

Boathouses on lakes

long-anchored forge ties long lasting…

I purchase a bottle of time, expecting

the fiber-optic green flask to hold it,

but the subdimensional nature of light

keeps letting phrases out…

He has powers over animals

like darkness itself

poorly understood.

“An obscenity, indeed”…

Venus shines with the idea

that a judge has spoken,

even when she is feeling

the fatigue of spring…

There are places the worlds are held together

tatted in fine lace of subtle connections.

The silver birch born astride the crumbling

trunk of a decaying ancestor…

In this tall, sturdy house

Lay an old, wrinkled sleeper;

A lonely old man,

Whom we call the lighthouse keeper…

I want to go to Heaven when I die

but something tells me I won’t like it

as much as I do life on Earth and for

that matter Eternity in Hell…

At the end of my journey,

I meet the dying form of a man,

an old musician past his prime,

with a face as gray…

My memoirs are dying

In foggy weather.

And that caravan

Has gone to the stars forever…

As alien, a voyager from distant space,

home planet hidden to mankind, I was

curious about the little dot that became

a whirling blue marble as I approached…