memory

Picture Books

He was haunted nightly
by the chocolate covered death masks
of comic strip gunslingers
and yellow page pirates,
though in the daylight
he thought fondly
on and off
of the adventures they shared,
but that was many ephemeral moons ago
when he was a child
and they were alive
in newsprint imaginings,
now their picture book ghosts
and a thousand denouements forgot
give only pause to restful sleep.

Clarity

this mind allows no clarity
troubles hide beyond the light
I see the world in abstract hues
a harvest moon obscured by night
uncertainty moves as a cloud
across skies that were once clear
and truths that shone once like the stars
burn away as do the years,
thus unsophisticated rhymes
become as journal to the lost,
the memories and once beliefs
these years of waning moons have cost.