These Foolish Things
These foolish things I concern myself with,
These foolish things I hold to be true,
These things that pass in and out of my fancy,
These things that keep me stuck in my fate,
These things are of no value,
Save that which I invest in them,
Puddles of misunderstandings,
Rivulets of uncertainty,
Streams of broken dreams,
They dribble from me like drops from a worn faucet.
6/2010
Unfinished
These tired eyes focus on some lost time and place,
I sketch a memory from fragments of your face,
Searching through forgotten moments I trace,
Hoping to piece it all together in an embrace.
