Bird child

the child said, gonna
be a bird when I grow up
then I'm gonna fly

couldn't speak truth then
no need to hurry it then
my own baby bird

memories aged like wine

memories pulled from
the dark cellars of my mind
time has been so kind

to the once young wine
mellow now, each draught warms me
to my very core

Hands of time

silence broken by
the tick of time's unsubtle
hands across it's face

New Moon Rising

i am shadow and a little light
a little day and too much night
steps unsure on the new moon’s darkened path
lost
never talked directly to goddess or god
but i have had soliloquies in which
i think they listened.