A fallen tree left

by a storm in the open

arms of another

A cat is purring

reverberating, nudging

the tea from my hand

A steak of sunlight

slices through those thick dark clouds

breaks through dirty glass

Memories as sharp

and dry as grains of sand blown

on a desert wind

Peek behind the mask

eyes that see, a heart beating

his poetic soul

Behind that rigid

professionalism

a heart may wither

A lone character

plays his part impeccably

while the set crumbles

With trepidation

I enter a new system

for which no road map

Motionless morning

the sky a smooth grey canvas

for your brilliance

Backspace and replace,

delete, bin, trash disabled

the escape key fails