Sad songs chasing their tails
running in and out of my mind
playing on and on
never quite out of hearing.


sequel

I sit out o' nights
beneath the star filled sky
remembering soft voices
and now faded thoughts.
The shining splendor seems,
in the chill air and cool light,
familiar and strangely warm,
they seem to know my self.
Quietude brushes by
gently carried on windy wings
bringing further recollection of other
evenings, thoughts, conversations
and a rest never fully mine.