slipping moments, streaming tears
an incomprehensible flash of time for our
human condition to equate.
its difficult to be in the eye of the
storm of time,
bestill this hardened face as it makes it droop to a
thrilled quiver, somber looking
embedded within it the mystery of
these moments.
it’s so much…. to want to gnash my teeth at time,
to freeze it
wrecklessly,
and these aging faces and seconds of experience and
palpable love haunt me with its awareness
of where it goes, and it
scares me and mocks the happiest of life’s memories.
we stood
overwhelmed in front of our people,
strong and well lived creased laugh lines
in an aching smile for all time this day.
i dont know how
to watch these faces pass me,
i want to grip and tangle and hold and
be fierce with loyalty and my time and make pause in life.
it hurts
crushing blows of majesty and birds soaring on the wind…..
and there she stands to gaze at me forever and it is still not enough;
for these moments pass,
and every single living beautiful smile and
heart doth ebb.
i saw people on the bridge today that i know,
they did not see me drive past.
they had never seen the span,
and their moment was theirs with private memories and joy.
i said goodbye to my dog today in a way
that is reminiscent of a time that will be a chaotic fumble of horror
stripping a friend from a friend.
every moment of disappointment,
rage,
embittered scorn
is so beautiful and real and deep and hard…..
what then of these happenings?
i stand silent at the storm of the moment
and take it in –
watching cruel time wilt the flowers
of my life
and on this most joyous day
like a petulant brat,
begs when i have so much….
but more for her, and him, and them, and her….
and us.
haunted in this rift of pleasure and satisfaction i am
relegated to knowing i will never be alone through this trauma of
life….
that a glorious mind and kindly heart will help me soar and
cradle my sobbing eyes.
it is a pain that only exists to the spoilt –
while so many minds are on the problem at hand
mine drifts
into wonderment, amazement….
awe, piety, respect to this godless universe
and its cold indifference to the greatest love in history.
to love so deeply is to live life and experience reality without the
tricks of faith or hope.
it tears the inside of my eyelids as i sleep,
and i must wake her with passion and the frozen moment of lust to cope
with the beauty of this life,
and its lightning flash in our eyes.