Nightsoul moments of time, piece by piece of time.... locked in memories of what was or what is.. Locked in the now .. Why have the pieces drifted away.. As if plucked by others in their stay With daughters and sons..Of yesterday... Where are the pieces of tomorrow shared with the nuturing ones who cared... Who carried inside womb and heart... Moments of conception till birth tore apart..... Flesh from flesh... So frail were these tiny beings Of breathlessness.. So frail were they , struggling for each life... So did all , as organs fought for vitality and growth brought Teenagers struggling for proof ..feminity or masculinity.. Never doubting - they rose to be An example of virility... With children beautiful to see! The aging ones.. longing for inclusion .. Relief from the seclusion.. Just a few hours once a week .. Or even more to speak... Coffee , sitting on the porch discussing little things Or maybe funny jokes that brings memories that were .. Ahhh, lonely hearts of the aged..speak out for "Once was. or , are there tomorrows for today ?"  This is the nightsoul of life...

sequoyah  12/15/2000