come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
it appears I wanted to much?
what do you call this?
this bright little thing
a silver thread
that slips through your fingers
and disappears into darkness.
is it called hope?
it lingered on my finger tips awhile.
well, I deeply appreciated it while it lasted.
now, the darkness engulfs this sphere.
it’s another time to take a deep, long dive
into the darkness.
I wish to see it again,
that bright silver lining.
10.3.2023
when I woke up,
I had a fragment of a memory
as if something had blown up
“what have I done?” was my inquiry
I recall:
some words spilled out.
nonchalant, I thought.
but they were explosive,
at least to those around.
how words trace back to the lips
like dark footsteps in white snow
how dangerous those words can be
like black ice, biding its time for revenge
2.9.2023
Ralph with Coffee 