Catching Silver

When death, like silence Creeps into or sleepy lives We feel the moorings untie The threads that tangle our lives We feel the currents of emotion upend our hearts Images of both good and bad rage like storms in our souls We are blown and buffeted in the currents We flounder in emotional waves Till that last thread of reality snaps We are blown in the wrath Of emotions, memories blurred imagery That death opens holes in our small little souls We search for reasons and meaning to why and what for… We see the sliver flare n flicker in each fuzzy moment We do our best to remember and attest To the moments lost in time We fight to hold the sliver outlines, as they fade fast We collect them together To patch that ever growing hole in our waning souls To cover the loss n shore up our failing memories We fill it with emotions and imagery Of our time spent with the ones we love As a little death takes them from our silent lives The ones we love, the ones we idolize We feel the unmooring of all that binds Like boats casts into the tempest, watching for the lighthouse; sweep Our life comes undone as we flounder In the wrath of the storm A storm of memories and feelings of our lives Images of our loved ones lost to the grave We hold on to those memories, feelings, and imagery Catching all that silver outlines as memories fade And fill the voids in our lost lives The feelings aglow in the ruins of time As we can only watch our histories fade Catching only the silver outlines that remain