Let It Be Song

As It Can Be Known

Outside With Yesterday

Snow as a rhythm

of color for the cold,

pale blue tone

that rests the ground 

of a prior time

that had a path

that is now blown

pointless direction,

side-to-side waiver, 

is such a dance, bound

to downward matter.

 

Inside With Today

Every word, each song

to a moment, flutters

this sheltered place 

with fabric emotion

from the cubbyholed

heart and its beating

codes of expression

which, being exaggerated,

also is all awhile waiting

upon a simplification

of silent starlight.

 

A Future With Tomorrow

Leave it to glow slowly

crepuscular, matutinal

and vespertine both,

a depth measured

not by numbers but

abundant light years

fathomed widely as

murmuring sounds,

applaused by shadows,

a distant forever 

timed in with color.