TIME, THE MOLTEN GLASS (2003)

The heart seeks

A brief interlude

In the flow of

Time

the molten glass

To see her reflection

As if

In the pristine waters of innocence

Or through ignorance

The hueless lens

Without flaws

Without anguish

Without affection

Without noise

Without cadence

And not when

The chiaroscuro

Of love and hate

Of joy and pain

Obtrude

Upon the sense

Making it blurred

Or intermittent

Sometimes just

A pregnant

absence.