Dusk in the Valley (day 1710)

Night falls in quietening circles
Swiftly crawling away in crackles,
And my footsteps leave traces for
Two days more
Until it thaws.

Just as Helios had mounted high
Upon our valleys Eastern slope,
He chased birds as frost’s glove
About, appalled,
Distraught.

So now we wait as new circles retreat
Into twilight’s thin air,
Blues to blacks
And a star lit map
Guides us forever home.

No Silence (day 36)

In spite the effort, a skillful retreat
I’ve long forgotten what once was a feat
I’ve pushed the boundaries
Beyond all knowledge
I’ve pushed understanding
Into corridors long since silenced

But yet there belongs a chorus of laughter
Deep inside like spitting banter
Trying to ridicule what decent scent of abomination
Still left inside can sometimes whither
Unsuccessfully chasing
The glory days to reign
Amongst the eyelids who persistently clasp shut