Walking Past the Daylight

Walking past the daylight Colors forming against the grain Washing away all those memories. Coattails riding away Into the sunset Light shifting, moving outward streaming Walking past the daylight Feeling morose, joyous, enraptured, Currents - undertones cascading across Swollen eyes after hard summer rains Curiosity drives his own fashion How to tell him it's sometimes [...]


Time is like a river they say. Drifting at times, at others calm and steady, Sometimes rushing headlong, rocks ahead, threatening, Yet always moving at the same pace. Tick...tick...tick... Moments caught up in white, foamy torrents lapping the banks of life, And we are left remembering. Looking back we may miss the next turn, But [...]


Faded whispers race along the ceiling Overtones left behind as the last chord Dies away. Notes have color. Blues and reds and greens. Purples here and there. The odd brown. Perhaps a black. Rarely a white. Maybe that's why we call it white noise? Not much call for white sounds. Colors are preferred. Beaming from [...]