In Time
What will these words be
After things as they are have gone?
When the glass is broken
The metal rusted
The bricks and cement crumbling
What will lines of text occupy?
Perhaps they will be the wind
Echoes of lost things whispered
Through holes and between cracks
In places that people forgot
And that time remembered
Or maybe they will be the water
Dripped sparingly from priceless bottles
To wet the mind's lips
With images of what once was
That sleep might bring dreams
Of better realities and even better pasts
But, with any luck, they will be green things
Tiny, fragile signs of hope
Growing in the midst of what comes
After things fall apart
Hopefully, words such as these
Will be the kindling
That keeps the fires burning
Visitor
Little creature
Of spiderweb skin
And moonlight eyes
I remember you
Funny I should meet you here
Back on this roof
Where once we gazed at invisible stars
Our legs dangling off the edge
In the open air
Back then, we were closer
United in thought
Bonded in imagination
You were strong, then
You would throw me into the sky
To try to catch hold of its silver sickle
And it would seem like ages
Before I felt the coarse ground again
I see that you are no longer dressed
In the silken garments of ideality
But rather in the simple linen robe
Of those that have been explained
It suits you well, as the silk did before
And you seem none too perturbed
By the change
But I must wonder why
You still linger here
It is clear, as I look at you
That you could well be blown away
By the wind of the words
That we used to trade like marbles
It is not that I want you gone
As well you know
Though our acquaintanceship
Had its joys and pains like any other
I would never truly wish
For its nonexistence
Simply put
It seems that our paths are diverging
This roof no longer seems your place
Just as the gray fields
That you used to walk me through
No longer seem mine
So, beautiful, fragile creature
Lift those hollow quartz bones of yours
Shake the stardust from your hair
And go find another soul to dream with
