"Where is the Sun?"?

"Is it evening?"?
I stood there and glanced at the grass
in the hell of dark" ?,
I thought it was the grave

for me" ?.

The pain in my chest scorched
my face; numbed my eyes in this
darkness (along with my mind they
were captured, now perplexed))

in some kind of inner death)).

After I realized pain, and it lulled,
I knew I would live another day.
(But were was the sun inside this
coma like grave?)

Out of the fire of darkness and pain
my heart was saved once again.
In the morning, streaked rays of
light from my hospital window
made the green grass O' so rich,
like thick gleaming jade" ?; the
dead man could now see the sun

once again!...

Now with private thoughts
when I walk across a patch of plain
old green grass" ?for a moment, just
a moment, a tear-trickles down, across
my past....

#1239 2/23/06

Shut Doors

So many think, they can go back
To life that was not explored
Where at one time, the door was

Not locked.
Let there be no pretense, what
Was, was, and will never be

Again!...

The door now locked, will remain
So, and perhaps the grave opened.

#1243 2/24/2006. Note by the author: I once regretted I did not grab the moment when I could have; once I say, only once, never again did I let it fly by.