We fly about on fragile wings that frantically beat, desperate in our need to gain formation, to gather together those of likeness and temperament, never quite understanding there is no direction home, yet, once begun, we are relentless in our pursuit. Warriors fighting against shadows…

It was simpler before it came Before the shriek of metal, The roar of engines, tanks and helicopters The deafening explosions of bombs, The throbbing biomechanical gristle of civilization   Before, the cycle was uninterruptible Life consumed to nurture new life Sacrifice necessary and understood…

Before darkness creeps into the garden, Before the mosquitos begin to dine, We settle into our lounge chairs, To breathe and enjoy the time.   Fragrant bouquets of summer, Mix with the nearby herbs. Sounds of children laughing, Playing undisturbed.   Leaf-filtered sunset hues, Cloudless…

Preparations must be made Candles lit, pull the shades Silhouettes of scary scenes Costume, yes, on cane I lean Make-up green, nose with wart Eerie sounds out on the porch Witch’s brew bubbles at the ready Treats and cobwebs for the steady Children who will…

When it is dark enough, you can see the stars. Ralph Waldo Emerson It was the possibility of darkness that made the day seem so bright. Stephen King You, my song of Innocence, You, my tale of Experience; You, first my dawn and then my…

Before darkness was known… There was only light! Yet darkness was shown; As to illuminate the night. Before darkness was dark… It made all creatures blind. They heard the singing of a lark; And heard only words of the kind. Before darkness was named; It…

he put on the beekeeper’s suit pulled the netting over his face and headed out to the back of the garden gathering caps in his non-descript pail and bringing them inside   in the kitchen he setup the caps to drain of their sweet nectar on…

The birds are noisy, each flying home to nest and rest The last child leaves the playground Struggling to loosen his father’s grip The leaves rustle whispering to each other the coming doom The dogs stop barking The cats are no where to be seen…

Delighted for the coming spring, Clouds started dancing and jumping, not noticing, while they are twirling, their handsome dress started falling, Unveil a grey cloak, unbelieving, and disapproving.

I walk in silence. Knowing what’s coming doesn’t help in the end. Try resisting waste of energy it doesn’t matter once I start my descent. Then the crying and the rage thoroughly convinced it’s not supposed to be this way. All these feelings before darkness…