It’s been awhile….

The Time Passage

I live in a time of quiet places

I reach for words

Look for moments

In which your words do penance

Or disappear into the deep

Silent abyss of memories

The ghost of loss reaches out

Wiping silver tears from my eyes

Wrapping me in an invisible cloak

My urgent questions slip away

Down, deep down, spiraling

Into the time passage.

Image: Roger Groom