VOICES ON THE INSIDE

As it was in the fall
before winter’s coat
is tall froze
wind formed breath
leaving like an afterthought
of my life… I wait
until mindless anguish
ripples anew movement in a body
that betrays me
with secrets of time gone by
Without my mind made up, endlessness
in these afterthoughts
Dreams fade into notions of past
As time hardens my skin not to last,
wrinkles
faces I’ve made
like shadows stained windowpain
Wonder
of time tricked gone by
How
love of your dreams
never far behind