Phantom memory

My thoughts turn to you
at odd moments when the light
pauses before dark

Slipping from twilight
as evening breezes whisper
shadows become
you

We dance through the night
while the moon plays memories
to the watching stars

Dawn steals you away
hides you from the light of day
the night calls you back

Vine

Life is not a tree
but a vine
    winding
clinging
   climbing
finding ways
to hang on 

Speeding Time

Time speeds past unchecked

sucks the substance from our lives

leaving only dust

memories that with a breath

follow fickle time away