3

I sat and watched the sun set today,
and now I sit with ears and eyes
wide open in The Night.

The sun set on you too,
somewhere and sometime ago.
You sit there in the darkness ... still.

We do not morn the setting of the sun.
Nor do we have fear the next day
will never come. Patience child.

We both know The Night will pass.
We stand at the ready with eyes east,
searching for the light.

We look for the signs of a new dawn to break,
and the dawn will come.
The dawn must come, and
after this long night we will be ready.

2

We were both in a dark room
feeling around for a light
switch.
Instead I found a door.

I said "let's go."
you said "you go ... I'll catch up ..."
and I stepped through the door on my own
into the light.

1

I know you are weary,
my feet hurt just the same.
We are all wandering.
It's ok.
Rest your head on my poem,
let your body, and most important,
your mind be still.
The great traveler told me to seek shelter here.
Drink the cool waters, and quench the spirit.
I will stop here for a time and rest.

A Shattered Ego

So much depends

upon

a shattered

ego

bruised by words

hurled

down with heated

fervor.

I'm just saying

Punctuation marks nail down
My poems to the page and
Structure and rules
Strangle and suffocate
The message of freedom

There are no boundaries
To our imagination and
There should be no boundaries to
Our expression
Of that message