to be consumed
by some separated time
or a very separated idea
on a volume of times apart
and what was gotten out of it
could it be that the water
passing in front of the moon tonight
is the secret time you dream into
while the minutes
of stillness pass
Any other rooms you are a close as this
I have a good golden feeling
to carry across the abyss
into a dark curtain of next day’s release
and as I make an orange drink drop
down my throat as a
matching color sunsets around
the last place we talked
and I miss you that much more
till you come home