The little moments

The quiet time, when the world seems to sleep
That aching moment of dread as you know the silence will end
When reality will once again crash
And serenity will be lost
The moments between fact and fiction


Soul Food

The sun long gone

The moon high in the sky shines down

While I alone engrossed in a tome of unseen lore

Ponder the wit and folly of the day

In a smoky room with dim light

Reclined in chair

I seek my comfort in words

Words that are lost on the tongue

And find deaf ears

Yet here the words find purpose

As the mind devours their meaning

Savoring the delicate nature

Of the balance they bring to the night

Soul food