Shadows
Ever casting, lasting, dashing against the soft
Bits of a heart

Sun spots of dead stuff
Perhaps a dime of size
a moment in a heartbeat
now electric
and forever dreaming of the child's heart
Lost within a memory
Now cast to nothing but
poetry

And I'm listing back to the stars
cast across august nights
Laid out beneath the dome of night
The old river drifting past with its murmur
its lullaby

The sunspots on my heart
casting their shadows
Regrets from journeys I've taken
back when I could take them
When limitless wasn't even wondered
When muscles and bones didn't creek and whimper

Youth is wasted in memory

Or so I've heard