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Hourglass

What is lost with life – our possessions,
our love, our heart, our intentions

May be found again in somber hands,
outstretched to catch our sifting sands,

The grains of our time tumbling in light,
ignite like fire eager, and over bright.

While the slag that falls past those fingers,
is gone forever, the memory still lingers.

By the end, so little of what was remains;
it is not what is, but what is not that pains,

So, we shield those fragments from the outside,
with the withered parts of us that still reside,

But in this sacrifice, all the light is lost,
we can shine no more, that is the cost.

Appointment

It’s a long drive through blurred countryside,
              cars shuffling impatiently like high stakes card games.
        The wheels spin blindingly fast,
                reliving hardships,
              joy
          each burst of laughter,

every embrace, every tear.

Whether the days were full
                or wanting;
          the nights serene,
                  or fitful.

                                     We hold hands,
                            the connection between us like a conduit,
                                  relaying all that energy
                                      that couldn’t touch us when we were grounded.

                        We keep the radio off,
                                  listening now to those old thoughts;
                              those historic machines-
                            loud enough to drown out the static sounds of the road.

It’s a long drive,
                      but this kind of silence can be comforting.

Anticlimactic

There was not much to contemplate
he began to ruminate,
here at the end of his life.

He had thought these last moments
would be grasping at threads;
his mind, desperate to live on,
flooding him with thoughts,
that must be thought
before the final curtain drops.

And yet his mind was blank,
left only to think
about the irony
of that blankness
filling itself with self-awareness.

Surreptitous

Wind settles to rise again
Tacit words in the darkness of our mind
both maligned and constrained

What future would bear their weight?
Even the past refused the encumbrance
resigned to slumbrous fate

And thus the wind will collapse
as forgotten phrases from long ago
They flow, fall, then relapse

Yet still they both hide a storm
the scent of distant gray clouds in retreat
like peat the sun made warm

Regrets are the ghost of life
ever they rise again to haunt our thoughts
the mind caught amidst strife

We charge the mic with our song
but often old words hold new words captive
the active words made wrong

The melody thus silenced
we find solace in the moments between
a routine of violence

Witness the corpse of our muse
but bear in mind not all is truly lost
the cost of fear recused

But it will wake in the sea
the crashing waves of errant thoughts at night;
dying light sets them free.