Scene

a man stands alone
under a silver sky
a dense curtain descends
over what rests
birds call
to no answer
all is still
prepare a place
for the coming
of night

The Uncommon Thread

touching the untouchable
sensing the unknowable
wary of the unnamable

I am the song unsung
from a voice
without a name
the wish on the tip
of a kiss

the uncommon thread
binding what can't be tied
to the end
of what came before

Move Slowly

move slowly
with the sun
not touching
what glows
in the wake
of your shadow

Etching 396.

what
begins
as
intention
ends
in
resignation

Miniature 337

perhaps existence
is the illusion
of permanence
to which
homage is given
in monuments
to flawed dogma
and disillusioned visionaries
pledged to the evolution
of the 'eternal now'

Listen

to see
is to
know

to listen
is to
sence

the essence
of
silence

Who Will Care

who will care
for thee
when there is
no more
of me