—there are sounds the autumn's breaking above me, pictures, blue, metallic and crisp, all show as summer settles to rest in the far western hills oh that my life in age reflects small fires or songs of the heart christmas settings of other days photos on a table years apart why have not the stars fallen and why in this void, a darkness peers saddened of odor, casted 'way — forgotten slowly hints dreams, of you my dear ©2004 David T Culver         Floater java script courtesy of Kurt Grigg.