Friday, February 24, 2017

A Lost Truth

Like a lost truth, or a dismissed dream, 
some words are forgotten, 
never to be repeated again in the same way. 

Out beyond the clouds, satellites broadcast images 
back to earth
for all to see. 

Arguments are made. 
Voices are heard
beneath the whirring purr of an invisible engine.

The winter carnival lights are out. 
Nothing moves. No one wakes.
Everyone sleeps. The snowdrifts are deep at night.