Poems and prose for various contests over the course of the decade. |
At night when the city slips into darkness And the bustle of the day slows down, I walk. I'm able to breathe; my senses stretch out, touching patches of dark corruption - which I avoid as I meander through the park to a bench where Sally waits. Her gossamer nightgown shimmers in the breeze And she smiles at me. I sit. The city is so different now She says with a heavy sadness. It's ever changing I whisper back. She nods. We both long for a simpler time I, to be back in the cradle of my youth Where small town values held a comfort and an escape. She, to be back with her sweetheart forging a life before she got sick. Before she died, and was buried here under the earth and concrete of Washington Square Park. We sit in reverent silence; each with our past dreams. She is a wisp of time; I have a future.... unknown and malleable. Here in the dark past, present and future meld into one as we share this time together. Each of us gathering strength from the other as life moves ever forward. I embrace the past And thank her for her comfort. When were part, she raises a hand to wave then fades back into the celestial mist of time. I head for home; a part of her spirit with me, letting me know everything will be just fine. Lines = 50 Notes: ▼ |