slight sliver
of crescent moon
hangs low in western sky
two silver horns
point up to
unknown places
head
heart
home

i have always felt like a visitor here

always
more questions than answers
more war than peace
more noise than music
more hunger than sustenance
more lonliness than love

and never enough time
though it is the one thing
of which there is an infinite supply
this moment in time is here now
and then gone forever and the older
i become each second passes faster
than the one before as time folds in
on itself...