Jack

Cycles, dust motes, dragonflies,
Lyrics to a reel gone by,
Are to me nostalgic song.
In the window will I see
Restored, revised, new memory?
Eventually all hopes are clouds.

Fall sunlight suspends
A speck of regret.
In clouds, through windows,
There! - it flies off.
Here sometimes and then not.

Live
Eat
Why?
I
Sleep.

Pyre

Burn me to the ground.
Watch my ashes waft away.
As memory drifts and falls
Into obscurity so shall my name
Decay and surely wane.
So burn me bright.
That in the blazing light
Of my demise some other might
See my ashes, my lost aspiration's height
And think them, somehow, worthy of new flight.
Perhaps then someday hence
My dreams, soaring so proudly now
Over a dawn that seems as
Bright and hopeful as Deus Vult
Will someone else's night
Fill with a thundering delight
And with another's arms
Raise all to higher, greater sights.
For this I burn.
Coals and sparks and flames
I cannot help.