Wednesday had gone past
So very much has been done
Longing for the trees
poetry, prose, and photography
The madness of time.
Activity raging forth;
Life thus vacated.
Into the edgeÂ
Of the forgotten tomorrow.Â
Faster than the
Flights of dreams.
Come my heart.Â
More powerful than
This vacant, dustyÂ
Fantasy. Enrichment
Filled senses
Collapse into
Mindlessness.
Moving through evening air
At the correct speed to notice
Changes amidst life around me.
Cherry trees blooming, blossoms
A gentle riot upon still visible branches
But, a few trees remain barren, though
Not yet dead. Springtime’s possibility
Not accepted yet upon those limbs
Winter’s grip remains, but waning.
Distance sometimes
Seeks to play tricks
Upon our hearts.
The torment of
Separation a magnificent
Illusion. Love connects
Deeper than space/time.
We are no farther apart
Than our dreams.