Daily Musings

Days like this

Are hard to find

And last as long as we forget

To appreciate the little things

Of what we are denied

No reason to regret.

For all we know

We think our thoughts

Without any understanding

And as if

On queue a spark ignites

A flame so bright & brilliant & lit the way

A place no word by itself would lay

Onto a page so little of content

By marking with a scent

Sweet enough to read aloud

To whom we fear is only listening

For their turn to fill with a silence

All their own

Too many days like this

Are stolen from

The next yesterday we find

Thrown into the trash

By the swift slick sticky fingered thief

That wished it was tomorrow

Instead of the day

We spend together two paragraphs away

From misspelled ruins of ancient plots

Too thick too full too insincere

To breathe within oneself

And hear it disappear

The setting sets a sight beholden in whispers

Softly bellied up slipping in your ear

Answers simply lighten up

Without a chance

To figure in the question

What was I to do today

Before tomorrow

Is too late

For yesterday was stretched too far

Away from what makes

Us what

We wished it was

The day we waste away!!!