Thursday, November 30, 2017

Your Brand

You weren't anonymous, this I know;
Not the breath of a wind, not a passing glow;
You were not just a footprint in the shimmering sands,
Nor a glint of gold in a distant land.
No, these things could be passed, and none would care,
A shell, a drop, a chip, a hair;
But you were more than empty hands,
And left me like a burning brand. 

Monday, November 27, 2017

Changing Wind

Catch the wind within a hand,
Never let it leave,
Like a thousand grains of sand
Unallowed to breathe;
Favors it will have to get,
Just to stay inside;
Start a trial, take a bet
How long it will abide.
Whisper in its flying ear,
"Hear the autumn come?"
Soon you'll have no loss to fear
Though its voice is dumb.
Catch it, make it stay for life
Feel it every day
It will be a kiss and knife
When the skies are gray.

Sunday, November 26, 2017

From the Drought

I think if I should see the sea,
Then I should also see my soul;
An item both inane and wise,
An ornament both deep and dull.
The foaming breakers are my hopes,
At times they were so commonplace,
But now they draw themselves away
And disappear without a trace.
Should storms arrive, I will agree
That they reflect my downward thoughts;
But I should not be prone to change
The rains that keep me from the drought.