LIFE BEGINS AT…

 

A new start,
A new life
Amid the shadows
Of one already
Lived,
Years ago,
A lifetime before,
Before me,
Before I,
Before this person I’ve become
While time has shifted
And birthdays were counted
And all the while
The past
Lingered,
Called,
Reminded me
Of all I once left,
So easily,
So casually,
In a taxi
That tore me away
Without thought,
Without worry
For all that would follow on…

A new life,
A new start
In another age
Seen through older, wiser,
Sometimes more silly, eyes,
I’ve tasted other worlds,
Other places,
Other lovers,
But this circle game of life
Has carouseled me back
To before
While moved on,
Revolving
While changing
Who I am,
Who I was
And taking me closer
To all that still can be…

A new start,
A new life
And new breath
And release…

BLANK CANVAS

I thought it lonely
To be together
With so much standing
In between,
But now,
In this solitude,
These moments tick
Like echoes
Of what’s been lost,
Like laughter
Now fading,
Like love
Now separating,
Like the time shared
Now a fragment of another life,
Another hold we let go of,
Another force to fragile to fight.

I though it lonely
To be together
But this solitary life
Is not the picture
I wanted to paint,
There is too much still life,
All but lines and lessons,
No rhythm,
No reason,
Only a melancholy
In its lack of movement.

White,
Black page,
Blank canvas,
Again?