my reach

following my reach . . .
the old passes into new
if not now, then soon

a trove

a trove of bright gold
glitters in the deep cloud bank . . .
sunbeams break and run

within its deep

the sun’s bright decrease
shadows fall within its deep . . .
linger there, without

silhouettes of sound

morning breeze, settles
into a fog of quiet
silhouettes of sound

you look

this bright crescent moon
shines silver on a pink veil . . .
you look and we see

rolls west

morning train rolls west
heading for New Mexico . . .
I’ll never catch it

timeless reverie

between sun and moon
only timeless reverie
keeps us together