time passes, as it must
every wave
will reach the shore
what was mighty
turns to dust
and is gone
for evermore
Tag: original prose
time is how we measure
the distance between
what we were
what we have become
and what we will some day be
my only hope is you
do
travel
some of that distance
with me
Fly Away
I didn’t ask
i didn’t try
I’ve plumbed the depths
of my sorry soul
and I don’t know why
it could just be
that destiny
wanted me to live
and you to die
fly away then
fly away
you’ve cried enough
and you have paid
for all those scars
fly away then
fly away
we will embrace again
someday
among the stars
the morning dew
clings
as I would
to you
things do go missing
all sorts of things
large things
microscopic things
real things
imagined things
what is left behind?
holes
they can’t go missing
they are markers
for what is
no longer there
can they be filled?
yes
but not with
what went
missing
a fragile peace
with life is made
till on the ground
my body’s laid
then bit by bit
I pass away
piece by piece
fragments fall
piece by piece
till there is
no peace
at all
into the night we go
together
you and me
with hearts
as full as sails
and star light
for a sea
the edge of indecision
I wish that I could see
all the probabilities
that lie in front of me
I stand listening to the silence
hoping I will hear
the movement of the molecules
as your breath glides through the air
the weight of life was lifted
in the dream of letting go
downward you have drifted
to where, you do not know
the morning sun
setting things aglow
I heard your voice
this is how I know
I don’t have to see
I feel your warmth
spreading
over
me
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