Not One Letter

Light is gone away
again from these times
wanting

A place not there,
faces
not aware
how closely they follow

Light is gone away
from readying my stay

In the shadow of together,
not even one letter
sees today

Layaway

A surrender to the days
that will not be

Days paid in advance,
a reserved fee

Keeping my tomorrows
from layaway

Not stored
saved or frozen,
this day will be grown

With seeds derived
from live soil

Climate
only the heart
can know

Fading Threads

Flannel
softens with each cycle of worn threads

Worn souls
through cycles of dark
and light

Mixed up colors wash and fade
lights darken
darks lighten

A soul dims
shifting
its fading threads