Que hora es ya?

Time is sometimes unforgiving...


a silent witness to each breath and the convolutions

of our lives.

Spellbound I am...

by the chants of crickets and tree frogs outside my window...

somehow making light of this strange meloncholy that blows

across the windowpane from time to time...

Ultimately, I am becoming more amd more each

day the person I recognize from eons ago.

.....and this reflection is somehow still incomplete...

without you.
 
Gregory