a slice of life story,
an afternoon drama.
Life continues on without stopping.
An important part of my life
is mirrored by actors on a stage.
They don't know me or what will,
has, or yet to come in my life.
It's the similarities overlapping.
Bonds that grow and wither.
The many abstract and concrete ideals
too easily cease without knowing.
At times I wonder who is still untainted
after being bathed in an hourglass.
In between many paths and feelings
I search for a direction or meaning.
Regrets, forgotten promises, precious things.
Such introspection has a bittersweet taste.
When I think back deeply it
brings tears to my eyes, even more
painful if I can not find the words
to express myself.
I wonder what’s out there.
What's beyond the horizon?
Whatever it may be will bring forth my
future.
I’ll know its answer when it sets
behind stretching my shadow.
Your presence will become an undying legend.
As I pass by others your place will
be fixated overhead. So when I lay down,
fainting, or dream you will be
the lightning reaching down from the heavens.
Dearest, you are that and more.
