Sedimentarian

I'm a sedimentarian
  -- silt in the
     bed of the
     river of life --

flow low
run slow
roll long
silent and
deep

Let Us Go

come

let us go

to a place

I know where

night rises into

opened heavens

stars set diamonds

in the blue-

black sky and

none need know

the reason why

David Sermersheim

Notes To An Unknown

        as I resist

               so am I drawn

    toward what beckons

              from a place

  shrouded in dim memory

          lost and forgotten

  where someone speaks words

                unknown to me

     of what cannot be said

          when will lost its way

What Is There To Say

what
is
there
to
say
after
a
picture
has
taken
the
words
away

Never

never
hardly ever
should you
try to
be clever

For Sarah

when you
reach for
my hand
I'll be
but a
breath away

Impression

a voluptuous impression
lies embedded in
dewy grass

I wonder
whose fingers
last strummed the
strings of the guitar