Beauty

 

Love sees what is beyond chance,

to neither judge or see but know beauty.

We live in time and circumstance,

and are not equal if we are not changing.

Little changes what I dearly see,

even by time's turbulent rearranging.

A heart often searches each night,

searching, as for a familiar hand to hold.

Familiar eyes so like stars as bright,

they are the sun and in the darkness smile.

To circle the sun until I grow old,

is but a dream or perhaps to stay a while.

Brian Francis Hudon

September 24, 2020

Nameless Hosts

 

It begins the life, the new morning,

light broken, renewed on the rocks of death.

I've stared into the abyss and its warning,

and searched for home in all the familiar places.

All we want is another day, another breath,

and the old familiar comfort of faces.

I am done with dreams and ghosts,

compelled by endless fear that has no name,

Emotions introduced by nameless hosts,

arriving by the hour and season beyond count.

Such change would not leave us the same,

fear and courage in the same amount.

Brian Francis Hudon

September 21, 2020