“ A Short Death ” ~ be nocturnal sleep ~

One comes to terms

With nocturnal sleep,

Be cause for concern

It stays as brief keep,

Of enduring sojourn

To enjoy its breadth,

Save in transient term

Be but a short death,

That has us come back

In a day breaking way,

Tho ne’er assured fact

Let wishful thought play,

Thus so for more than a day!


“ The Moment ” ~ a trip called life ~


I moved about


Thru the moment,

As though forever

It would last,

The while brooding

Time may not permit

I should discover,

My full measure

Of the moment,

That of a trip called life,

Destined from birth

Yet too soon acquitted,

Thus so appositely

The moment now be grave!