FIVE

Tiny waves
Push past my toes
I see a shadow
Of night’s loneness
Weaving its way home
Time stands and then moves
So quickly like a handful of sand
Slipping thru my fingers


Can some one make it all go
Way past where I can see no more
So that I can sing again
Songs of my heart
And not watch the snail die a slow death
Within its transparent shell

Nothing can take
The empty shell
Away from its soul
And yet a fear of impending loss

Life crawls thru endless days
And nights that never seem to see a moon

Hold on to the wave
Don’t let it go back crying to the bosom of its ocean