I exist in the depths of the shadow

     my mind.

My soul seeks comfort.

   The dew that collects

on the petals that glisten

   rays of sunshine.

Love? What of it?

   A memory of the ways things

could be.

  Some far off distant future

past rivers rushing childhood

  glimpses.

No more safety net daydream

  afternoons.

Spoon fed happiness tastes

   bitter as it curdles with age.

Home seems so far back the road

  is long with destination unknown.

Long winters.

  Stuck in the middle. I couldn’t

find my way if I turned back.

   Gentle hands of time.

Hold me.