As I walk along the cold forgotten path
I feel as though a shadow walks besides me
And though I feel no menace, hatred, or wrath
I wonder why I cannot, this shadow, see
But to stop along the path and delve deep
Into the gloom is a choice not meant to be
Along this cold forgotten path I must keep
I cannot stop for food or drink, I cannot
Stop for rest and never shall I stop to sleep
I must hurry, be swift or else be forgot
Time waits for some, but for me, surely will not
Reach
Back in
Time that’s been
Erased from all
Memory. And not since
You were a child, fragile and small
Did anyone think to hold you tight or call
You honey. Those days of warm breezes at the beach
People watching in air-conditioned malls
Are gone. Now it’s back to cramped halls
Mind games you cannot win
Crying in stalls
Gone from all
Not in
Reach
(This was yesterday’s, fell asleep before I could post.)
Eternity
That’s how long we said it would last
Eternity
A fluke that became Destiny
A chance encounter with the past
A plea answered and fate’s die cast
Eternity
Shoot
Push up
Rise above
Reach for the clouds
Oak
Heat shone down as I lay
Lay back again cool forgiving arms
Arms that are liquid, fluid, endless
Like a soft sigh after he says, “I love you.
You, with your gentle dips and curves.”
Curves like the ocean stretching over the horizon
Beyond where I can even dream of reaching
Reaching out to meet my outstretched fingers
Fingers that create patterns upon the ocean’s surface
I sway in arms that are as long as time is old
Old as half-remembered dreams of other hands
Hands and wrist and arms, loving, calm, tranquil
Sun-kissed by the sun, cooled by the waves
Waves that hold me tenderly,
Tenderly, quietly, soothingly
Time alone will stand the test
Be it man or beast – the jest
Will always be upon the one
Who dares to hide and tries to run
or
Time alone will stand the test
Be it man or beast – the jest
Will always be on those that press
For more than what Time will invest
Stand strong and pious and be afeared
For only a fool that turns and veers
Away from caution would stand accursed
Upon the edge of Time’s perversed
Line of Destiny, the Moirae’s thread
Down that path, don’t be misled
Don’t gamble, take risks; be wary instead
Or else they will trim and you’ll find yourself dead
There is never enough time. No time to enjoy being a kid, no time to enjoy college, no time to say goodbye properly to your loved ones.
Never enough time to grieve…
I have come up with so many euphemisms to avoid saying that word: DEAD
There is no warmth in that word, no hope…it is so much more than just a four letter word…it is the end of a life that meant many things to many people. It is the reminder that nothing in this world is certain, except for it.
It amazes me that we don’t capitalize it. There’s God and there’s Death. Some might believe one is just a part of the other…and I get that, I do. But on those days when He places his death mask on and does the rounds, I can’t help but wonder where my loved ones fall on his To Do list.
And these thoughts make me so sad…
My grandparents are dead. It feels like it will never get any easier to say that.
sayTaïna 