Postcards

Sad Crayons

Leaving

There’s only so much
A man can give
Of what it takes
For him to live
Before he has to take it back
Though he may lack
The strength to heave
His heavy heart
Cracked and shattered
From his torn and tattered sleeve
There comes a time
When nothing's left
That's when its time to leave.

Madrugada

The sun rose too fast today.
I was just beginning to appreciate
The obscurity of night
But night will be back
And I will be nostalgic for
The memory of day.
Moments pass at the speed of light
There is only now and
Everything else is either
Coming or already gone.
I look at the steam rising
From my coffee
And smile knowingly
That everything’s going to be alright.
So I keep walking and soon
Things have more meaning
Than they did a moment ago
And the street and all the people
Are changed and everything
Including myself
Is beautiful and full of sunshine
Moisture evaporates like
The soul of dying darkness
I’m compelled at times like these
To close my eyes
And silently worship God.

Kaboom!

Dark Places