Perle Champion

count the moments

til tomorrow

it will be here

soon enough

count the days until winter

it will come in its

own time

none the sooner for

your worry

recall the past

yes

call it back

no

change it

never

there are mouths and then there
are mouths and some
will talk for talking’s sake
of good or bad of true or not
and there are some who just forgot
and opened theirs when
they should not.

words are bombs
in the heat of moment they can fly
and the harm they cause goes
ever on
unlike men, words are immortal
they cannot die, only be forgiven

throughout the empty reach
of space
I reach
to catch the glimmer of a long
dead star
still shining down to reach
my eyes
and cause my mind to wonder
if somewhere in the infinite reach
of space
some child of mine as yet unborn
does reach
to catch the glimmer of a long
dead star
known to me
as sol