SOUL-AR ECLIPSES

We never name them
and do all we can to avoid
But they exist
as sure worn old joints ache
and dimmed over cataract eyes
strain to see more clearer
These Soul-ar Eclipses
that delve deeply from partial
to total blackouts
Lurking in shadows
that make believe masks
are more real than what they attempt
to cover

Don’t be fooled by what would
shroud the Soul
It can’t be done
but the illusion of it
will never convince you otherwise
with the inkiness of pain
it paints over
even as it evaporates

S     O     M     E     T     I     M     E     S
when there are
NO WORDS
you just don’t watch
YOU HEAR
what can’t be
S            A            I            D

and then you
K  N  O  W
NO MATTER WHAT.            .           .
THERE’S
A DAY AFTER
and days after
A       F       T       E       R.         .      .

(Forgive this amateur cinematographer who took a sorrowful minute long video of what truly can’t fully be capture by any lense or video that having experienced, one truly knows. . .as always thanks for your JUST A MOMENT time; it’s appreciated too, beyond words)