Dust of desperation shadows mornings;
Soulless hunger rattles weary bones;
Lonely dawn crosses lonelier darkness.
The summer waters tumbled down
In gleeful stream, full of life and joy.
Yet, shadows wait and entice
Into midnight’s snare of subsumed dreamscape
With dark morsels of primal prickings.
Moon changes patiently;
Time floats beyond worn thoughts-
The sane wait out for sun to happen!
Somewhat sad, but hopeful…?
Time is flying by as we age.