That Leering Edge

Ten complete,
times three

Roughly
sails toppled,
winds whipped
across watery eyes

The edge of one more midnight mirror
leering
along its fierce track

Eight more, falling, falling
staring back
  

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

Consume
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