progressive erosion
Time Eats Life
Last night I visited a place for dead.
Walking among staggering visions,
Sharing smiles and pleasantries with past loves,
Old friends and faces memory could place no name.
They all gather with blank stares and star gazing expressions
around where I stand. Idly watching, waiting.
What was I to say to these people
Once held so close
Once up all night laughing and crying
Once in passion and synchronicity
Once without they now seem foreign
And me the tourist with no map or guide
I find my self speaking before thoughts form words
I hear my self say.
"Love, though over used and misunderstood, is what i feel.
No longer a physical part of my world you have left me with
words that resound within my being and memories that shape
my movements and intentions as I wake from this dream."
Last night I visited a place for dead.
Walking among staggering visions,
Sharing smiles and pleasantries with past loves,
Old friends and faces memory could place no name.
They all gather with blank stares and star gazing expressions
around where I stand. Idly watching, waiting.
What was I to say to these people
Once held so close
Once up all night laughing and crying
Once in passion and synchronicity
Once without they now seem foreign
And me the tourist with no map or guide
I find my self speaking before thoughts form words
I hear my self say.
"Love, though over used and misunderstood, is what i feel.
No longer a physical part of my world you have left me with
words that resound within my being and memories that shape
my movements and intentions as I wake from this dream."