Sunday, June 2, 2013

F r a g m e n t s

These are the f r a g m e n t s 
Each one created us at some point or  a n o t h e r 
To envision us as the elder... 
Looking into the infants eyes 
Just wondering when the first thoughts registered... 
Until the final memory of life

Over the years the seasons bring 
Different comfort 
To seek out the joy and warmth 
Never without family... love in each of us.

Though mostly alone inside...
Without companion. 
The earth more and more still at night
As the silence drifts in endless openings 
Leading back to the door we closed.  

The heartbeats and the cemeteries...
I swear there will come a day...  
Walking the blind path through each misery 
Realizing the light you thought you lost 
Was always there. 

These are the f r a g m e n t s 
Each one created us at some point or  a n o t h e r 
To envision us as the elder... 
Looking into the infants eyes 

... 

N o w  I  s l e e p , 
A n d  h a v e  s w e p t  t h e  s u n  a w a y 
W i t h  e y e s  o p e n  b r i e f l y
W i t h  w i n d o w s  t o  t h e  o t h e r  s i d e 

M y  l o s s,  m a y b e  t h e  e n d e a v o r . . .  

Until the final meaning of life.

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