Wednesday, April 20, 2016

By the Hour

Too many words are left unspoken,
I'm silent, unseen, a ghost between days.
Have I said anything lately? A token?
Something to bide my time, for a dream.
Now I've been lost in too many ways,
taking one for myself and the team.

The world has awoken, at what cost,
a final day of winter brings a warmer sun.
A strange sad man greets me, so lost,
I remember him though. Nothing to say.
And I wonder now at what has begun,
passing by the hour and by the day.

Brian Francis Hudon
April 20, 2016

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