A Cold Night through Time
When I shiver with cold at night
I put on the socks of memories
boil a pot of yesterdays
promise my legs with
a blanket of tomorrows
to keep warm and covered
in the fleeting peace of todays.
A Feast on the Past and Present
Day and night
I feast on words of old and new
in the universe of the internet and
the cosmos of ancient books
I digest them in the attic of my mind
breaking them down and
converting them into
questions to ask
reasons to be
ways to live.
To the Living and the Dead
Your mind is a country
i want to travel to:
if you keep the border open
even just slightly
i will try to travel light
and lightly
and leave behind
my baggage
of judgment.