Surrounded by tombstones
I’m claustrophobic
Within the walls
Of this confining minute
Tomorrow dies
While I breathe
The stale air of Today
Yesterday seems so dear
With its familiar expanse
Wooing me backward
Into the graveyard
Of my mind’s idyllic perfection
And the clock
Pounds out seconds
With slow precision
Melting into a lullaby
As I slip inward
And farther from
The Now
lift your eyes
lift up your soul
take a deep breath
let it make you whole
shake off those chains
this melancholy role
don’t sink to the bottom
repossess the life despair stole
fling back hesitation and sing
echo hope from life’s hilly knoll
swirling inside me
fantastic colors
vibrant and living
tactile colors
roving in my spirit
bold colors
flowing up and heavenward
a-shambles
the wreckage
of building anew
destruction creates
and creation destroys
and on goes the cycle
with all the joys
of building anew
the wreckage
a-shambles
lying dormant
inner council confersunderneath refuse
a dream luresdeeply buried
potential stirs
The Wisdom of Gavroche 