Written by: Tony Bush

How the disfiguring shadows blend
And fluctuate in streams,
When waits the final journey’s end
Concluding points of dreams;
And then bestow a burning kiss
Upon the lips and skin,
For what remains is only this,
When life is gathered in.

How the irreverent visions form
With claims to clearly stake,
And disembark into the storm
That promises to break;
And then concoct a rapid fire
Revolving door parade,
Relentless in a wild desire
For what was never made.

How the heart it hungers on
And craves with famished need,
For she who years before had gone
Yet never did recede;
And still it pines instinctively
For she who ruled the day, 
The love and beauty that was she
Cast thoughtlessly away.