Hieroglyphs


Barren habits
Borrowed in a winter thaw
Six days past to seven
Hunger there and here imagined
Thirst in desert greenery
Appetites never sated
In an epic wild
Twilight yearnings
And a tired hope

Can you be more
Than I have ever hoped
To dream to dare
And having heard and felt
A beat that pulsed
Without the loss
And warmth of ecstasy?

I might be sure of songs
Written without words...
Thoughts of electron light
Bending toward the future's present
Formed in the skeleton of past Januaries
Fallen trees marking bark brown
Hieroglyphs in white

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Years ago, I got a degree in English and even went on to graduate school. Necessities yanked me in different directions and I spent most of my years building houses and pursuing real estate opportunities. On occasion I write, mainly to my wife, which pleases her. I have acquired a certain wisdom in this activity which also pleases me.