Words

Hush.

Hush,

The clock wants to tick.

White Almonds.

White almonds,

Why are you laughing at me?

Sweet almonds

Defining hope and need.

They say ambition is timeless

Not for you to see

It can never be here or now

But will be your destiny.

White almonds

Your ways are paved with the seeds of all our broken dreams

Sown before you

Knowing that

Next year you'll laugh again.

White almonds

Older than we

Would that we could be like you

White

Almond White

Older than we

Poem to a Sleeping Poet

Sleep on

Don't wake me

Now is nothing more than an instance of the ordinary.

The wherewithal of that which never quite became the here and now.

Tomorrow

We'll talk about communication

We'll talk about all the lost words

and how we'll find them eventuality.