Our Days are Numbered

Our Days are numbered

By all their names

Marked by

So many places

Like so many graves

That have filled my life

With so many faces

Flashing as if like lightening

In the instant of a dream

Like the headstone's epitaph

Chiseled scars imprint

Now empty words

Once full with spent strife

My lonely plight

A fitful endless sleep

Half-forgotten they now seem

In the mirror of my mind

So misbegotten by time

My days ghostly marked

with half-formed dreams

That lurk like shadows

Forbidden from the light

That flees from the night

Of our forgotten past

The Great Wall Revisited

Trails in the Snow

1991-1993