full moon night

Full moon night
I had a dream
of pens and paper 
worries hushed
by a stream.

All without sight of a screen. 

Songs carried by birds,
street peddlers. 
Love expressed 
not through images
but spoken word. 

And I awoke to an emptiness,
yet a yearning, for an ancient age,
a time long gone. 


- m.j.m

all gray

Grief gnaws its awful jaws. 
Chomp. Another piece. Chomp. Yet one more. 
The grief of you. The grief of our life. 
A mourned dream. 
Then, I realize:
the colors of this world
are only given meaning
when they are worth seeing.

- m.j.m