beauty

i remember that moment
when you forgot yourself
and smiled. like a light
winking on in full noon.
and it was the most beautiful
thing i had ever seen.

this is the preoccupation now
of a tired old man
to nurture the conditions
for that face, that smile,
to return once again.
the beauty of the world
to return once again.

***

frozen and burnt.
saved up and spent.
there is no lesson from this day learned
and tomorrow will only be left to repent.

***

so tired, can't sleep.
dead head and wake-filled heart.
dreams like watercolor creep
and blur my end and my start.