By: JD Stephans


Standing in the middle

Of deafening obscurity

Walls begin to fall

As crumpled plaster

Matted into small wet


Drop from once sturdy frames

And everything known changes season

Without any indication

That Change, in all her

gaudy finery,

was expected company.

I find myself searching,

deep within

Beneath surface deep familiarity

To long forgotten intention,


I light a candle

That peace might find her way,

And grace me with a meeting

Leaving tempting offerings

For her to be wooed by

That she might stay a spell

-Beside me.

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