Last Days

In a grand finale

almost vengeful air

the sound mind

slowly slipped away

yet a youthful gleam

shone crystal bright

through cloudy eyes

that saw too much

of a beautiful world

that grinds to dust

the wicked core

of self righteousness

still plaguing a corner

of a mind now loss

but sweetly surrendered

to a nurse’s care

and a garden view

where baby quail

pick and peck

their stomachs full.

A Mirror Script

The astronomer said,

“I don’t know what it is either

so let’s call it dark matter”.

Scene flashes to the garden

where Adam say’s to Eve,

“I don’t know what it is either

so let’s call it god”.

Leaves

Dry leaves we are

falling away

from living limb

to ride the wind

and wave alike

to parts unknown

we accumulate

in heap and pile

to rot or burn.

by Dave