Time and Being


It won’t always feel this way,
Glittered hearts falling from the sky,
Flower petals etched into the concrete
After the rain like butterflies or stardust.
It will hurt to walk, to breathe,
The sky’s weight will be unbearable,
So you’ll try to shield every part of you,
And then it’ll all come falling down.
The rain has no message,
The leaves and petals are leaving this world
Without a second thought
About who will witness their passing.
We are human; we imbue
The colours, textures and sounds around us
With our own histories, until
They sing or grasp or wail,
And it is all we can do
To look at what we have made
And soothe our tender heart, and wait
For our ever unfolding in time and being.
– TS

Twilight’s Laments


The letter I never sent you.
The lonely cry in the night.
The star flickering to fade.
The dog crawling away to die.
The love I couldn’t give you.
Your fear of things in the dark.
The shadows eating the day.
The storm we didn’t predict.
The answers I never found.
The questions I never asked.
The fade of the photo’s colors.
The rewriting of our storied joy.
Sense fracturing at the edges.
The inability to know what’s true.
A baby’s unanswered wail.
A mother’s heart ripped open.
The time we thought we had.
Laying remembrance to dust.
These are twilight’s laments
How often their power sounds.
Here is the forest, inviting us.
To go deep, to emerge again. – TS