February 13, 2012
“It's been a longtime,” he said,
As old shoulders leaned over the hearth,
And old eyes looked back to a time
When they kept secrets for God.
With words warm and a song sad
The flame flickered to a long ago wind.
It cast frail shadows on days too gone
Where memories are better spent left in silence.
A poet’s pen would mutter like a fool
If it knew the thoughts that were hidden.
They just lingered in the fire of their eyes.
Yes, it has been a long time.
February 21, 2012