Emerald Sunrise

Silence in the spaces between where no thing can live

Blackness rounds the corners of my fears

Can’t be seeing anything that really isn’t there

‘cept through tiny little prisms of my tears

Only for a moment in the center of my head

Can my churning heartbeat touch the point of pain

Shadows from dark rainbows ever fading from my view

I hear loud silence in the cold black rain

Billy Radd

Asheville

Unfolding Progress

I see it all again, 

the turning of nature, its everlasting change,

subtle colors marking an eternal spiral 

blending mankind into and out from the universe

as it evolves without needing clock nor microscope

to measure its progress.

Constantly changing, never pausing, 

always immediate 

with no boundary

and no end.

Billy Radd

Asheville