ThingsRocks rusted red by geology

Seams that bring out the warmth in history

The crushing fusion of time

That blends and folds into our earth

As we chase one another

Across the contours of imagination

Fusing and melding hopes with dreams

Stumbling on the scree mountains shed

Sharp stones on soft souls

Our torn flesh bleeds


In pain we weep

We seek humility

But greatness is a vision

A captured thing

The soft hues of remembered things

Tempers the hurt

And the loss of things

Is just the slow release from view

Of a squandered thing

Some intangible that only

Beauty can attest