To Time's Eternal Loss: free verse

How the ink flows from my pen

like the oxygen to my breath

Thoughts like bubbles leak unto my fingers

Words fall from your mouth turns to gold

Like a feather I caress your fleeting

O grieve such beauty light will never hold

Until I see you, next lover’s meeting

But when I dream in new morning’s light

The moon hangs in solitude so timeless

I see Time’s eternal chase of the night

My words cannot stop tomorrow’s mindless

My love etched upon the sands of time

There will be no more summers

Of lovers kissing after dark

Question Mark: an Acrostic Poem

Quickly now before you forget

Until the answer is found, you

Express your inner doubts

Shouting out to the night wind

Talking to the ocean at high tide

In case you were wondering, I was too

Only those who really know me would understand

Nobody gets it, why?

Maybe I’m not expressing it clear enough

Attributing, inferring, making an educated guess

Rescue the poor soul in search for an answer who has a

Knack of finding out what things truly mean

The City of the Big Shoulders

The whole world comes to New York City where

Graffiti greets grassless gravel where

Crinkled coffee cups litter the corner café under

Skyscrapers screaming silent sounds to the subway

Trains, take tourists to the heart of the big city

Where they stand on its shoulders and look towards

The big, bold and beautiful

Long nights

Bright Lights

Lonely Hearts

Big City

Club Mecca plays jazz long into the night

Pretty boys dangle champagne

Glasses, at women who wink at you across the

Bar where, the trombone player taps his foot as the beat

Drops, eye contact across the room

Black hat, white tie, white teeth smile

Green silk, red hair, angelic face

Smooth dark velvet against porcelain white

She inhales her exhale

The night is warm on her cheeks

The day awaits her flight