Thursday, March 17, 2011

Searches for Destinies

When will we cease to drink
the day as it rises for us again
in this our now? Lightly we
cast our pearls out with their
broken strings, to the last part
of yesterday we called ours.

Searches for destinies causes
leave us placed in the, wild’s
of reason ; she who, catches
the wind and in the end is gone.

Aloft and free from life’s stains
worn scarlet and lettered.
From those who know, we
cannot hide. Instead we ride
along using ourselves as
shells for calm.

Reckonings furled in frustration
when our future is surely gone.
Ended through more of
what will not come.

Rains wet never touching the
ground, strange fallings all.
Winds blown to us stop. As
breezes we will never know.

Running and playing child
like thru minds timed to hide
from nothings tide. Past’s
sought as realizations are fought.
For beliefs settled in as naught.
Loves true meaning sadly caught.

Shadows of trust blooming a
beautiful telling gloom.
Visions of seasons unchanged
forever. Then we must shelter
knowing. The densely weighted
path walked to those lost.

Who now pay it’s final cost.
The coals are cold, the flame
gone. Remembered, now left like
ashen pieces mostly wrong.

Remnants of a fire that gave
warmth, comfort and
Companionship.

Embers darkened from view.
Cold blackens this thickening
sight. Lights absence an eerie
space . Now a memory with
only a face.

Tongues lie. Eyes are for the tears
to cry. Heads bow giving sorrow
a place to hide. Praying hands are
for asking why. Goodbye.