future reflections

laying in the afternoon sunshine

on a faded wooden porch

my eyes are closed the but world is turquoise

and the world is calm and still

and the raven sits and caws

it’s deep guttural call

at regular intervals

as time swirls away from me slowly

in small escaped sighs

in lightly drunken nights

half returned smiles

empty coffee cups

and watching the moon

with you solemnly by my side