©2019 by Peter D. Bové
Deeds made in earnest lost
Float away hovering stay
Nothing truly goes away
Our yearning makes them stray
But only us not they
Sparkling light like day in night
In fright take flight
Grasp bonds of multidimensional sight
Brown sugar in a coffee cup
Every molecule knows all there is to know
Not time a factor to fathom
On the windowsill
When it rains it pours
Love to open doors
Wet with loves embrace
This morning her face
A tear
The sun
Through clouds
Race to soak a grief imagined
When all is hidden
In the cupboard of endless desires
Wants to light the fires of perpetual misdeeds
A stranger’s eyes
And the day begins