I find you in the tiniest things: that little box which has a little bottle of your aftershave.   I search you at the oddest places: that pine tree on the hill path that winds, turns into the clouds   I see you in the largest spaces: that laughing moonlit sky with one lone stray…

dreams die young cascading into dawn as thin wisps of morning slip through my fingers ghosts of the past

I have drunk enough of the night to lie awake as dawn creeps in as the fragrance of your breath and the soft lilt of your voice  curl their fingers through my hair  at the crossroad  where our paths once merged in the scent  of the setting moon in the song of dawn.   The…

It is dark, I reach for the light switch and find it does not work. I have the key in my hand. I fumble for the lock, open the door and enter. It is just as I expected, the furniture arranged neatly, the summer night fragrant and the curtains billowing in the wind. I smile…