WINTER SAYS

The winter says
You can not stay here,
Time has come to remind you
There is more outside
Than inside man
And cold is the night
But frigid the day
When you can't see
Yet think to control
This illusion, this dream
That life belongs to you.

The winter says
Death can come slowly,
The warmth of breath stolen
When bitter the wind
Carries the sunlight away
Though you fight it,
Clouds thin and gray
Bring the dawn of confession
That here is eternal
Collapsed into vision -
All is God's refrain.

CLOUDS

The colors, once bright,

Fade like dreams,
Clouds move in
Like anxious thoughts
Threatening rain.
They clutter the sky,
Dispersing gray
Into that once clear
And creating omens
Dark and stormy,
Hanging overhead.

The day, once new,

Passes with time,
Others move in
Like marching soldiers,
Demanding more
To fight obscurity,
Exhausting options
Once considered good
And turning the light
Into darkness again,
And again it returns.

All These Truths

All these truths forevermore
Linger in the mind renewed,
Awakened to eternal sense
Of all that limits timelessness
And begs to narrowly define
The life that beyond limits dwells,
Existing of its own accord,
No explanation nor defense
To smallness that would come against
The sweet perfection uncontained
And rampant in the other realm
Where few have ventured in this way,
Though time surreal is often gain
As new perspectives grow
And the light, eternal, stays.