CHANGE
By: JD Stephans
Standing in the middle
Of deafening obscurity
Walls begin to fall
As crumpled plaster
Matted into small wet
-masses
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,
Desire.
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.