Ancient Currents Ancient currents draw lines in the flow Unseen to any but those who can know How time travels forth, following its own course Liquid space moves in place, a supporting force

No New Star Broken, broken Senseless, sudden Routine stolen Ripped away, without a trace A life taken, no explanation Please, no, you must be mistaken While around, in every detail Life goes on,

Time is a mirror Reflecting past and future Testing, testing what we know Days are a river Running, fore and after Moving, moving with the flow Today’s another day Tomorrow will have

It’s the silences that get to me The empty spaces in between The otherwise continuous stream Of noisy, gung-ho positivity And unveiled anger, bordering on The vitriolic Its the silences that show