Empty Pillow

Every so often, the thought of her passes
Through my mind, and I am there with her
Under that quilted belly of gray sky,
The soft crunch of cold faded earth,
And in between… us, dissecting the plane,
Lingering in the perpetual dusk of autumn
Where memory with its visceral decay
Can no longer hold, like winter branches,
Truth, that awoke from that moment,
But now only sleeps atop the empty pillow
Beside me that no longer
Holds her scent.

Transcendence

A humpback cloud, solitary, floated
As a silhouette through the twilight.
Beneath, slumbering sailboats in the still
Lake which reflects the quiet of the sky.
I become quiet.
The pendulous chiming of the masts, hypnotic,
Sway my mind like water.

The Darkness is radiant and revealing.

I am that cloud, looking down
On those boats that see only
The shadow of my belly.
I look down at the water to see
the stars above me.
The stars gaze at the water
to see the undersurface of things below them.

For a moment, we are all connected through reflection,
Until I pass onto solid ground and feel my feet again.