Only Sounds

Silent slide
Thoughts deride the hours

Separate steps stride across a bridge
melting into swept sands

Bare echoes stream
in dark-blue waves

any room for hands raised

Cool smooth stones
filter comments
over and over,
smoother and smoother

Till words become
only sounds


Where the Memory

Where the memory lives
double bladed
silver plated days

Winter snows,
shade or shadow

Falling with the moonlight

Darkness covering its beam
so soon