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hummingbirdunder the apple tree

flutter of wings

my friend smiles

a hummingbird

alabaster sky

church bells


dusk folding into night

Sunrise over Lake Superior

What can I do

to change my life

to make it real

to make it live.

I seem to walk lost in a fog

shrouded in dreams

that cannot be stopped

and won’t forget.

They follow me

all through the days

nights so abundant

they change my face.

The eyes that stare

in mirror sharp

the stars they see

are shards of glass.

Jim Holyoak

The time has come

To search the mind

For all the pain

Can’t stop the time.


And dreams of love

We cherished so

Cannot come true

Since long ago.


The mind is weak

And so are we

The nights still crowd

With fantasy.


And we shall live

The way we did

The time has come –

and left with me.


Art: Jim Holyoak |

… not yet… soon. Forming behind evening clouds, gently, persistently, inevitably… It is coming, it is here, but not altogether, envisioned and felt but not yet present in its fullness and oblivion, its mindless pull and blinding reflection… I fear, and long for it… as I watch it appear.

It will be here tomorrow.