Past echoes

I’m falling for the echoes of my past

the haunting of a time

when love was love and simple lines

were enough to see me through.

Now wisdoms here, my desires unclear

I’m biting through and through

past echoes

Day Forty-nine – The night before

On the eve

of the beginning

is a frantic quiet

anticipating dreams to come

and those now past

a little lucidity

consciousness now awake

clarity now alive

wanting to create

finding a syncopated rhythm

learning more each day

hearing those rhapsodic voices

assuring me of exertion

precluding an exhaustive fulfillment

in the unlikely of times

that brings a little peace

and verve to a climb

in this, my simple life.