A Time and a Place
Eyes wide open, they tear as the wind strikes my face.
The sun is golden, hiding behind the lies, crying out to all of us.
I turn the corner and press against the gravel that has found
Its place for many years. It has been years past and present
since the gravel and the paths walked upon it. Lives change
With days past and are often forgotten and left behind.
To much to care, to much to try, for we are all self-righteous
And relinquish ourselves from a time where the wind would
Tear my face and the gravel would sense the pressure of years
Past and to come.
A token to journey home awaiting the Ferryman for an eternity.
Life, death, crossing over, he will take us because our fate is in
His hands. The October rust is evident and resides in my heart
For change has come. Change has past and change still to come,
It will always stranglehold my remaining beats.
Connections still remain yet hang by a thread and all I seem to
Grasp is that long road that never ends. Traveling down
The endless road, parted from the ferryman that issued
No fate, I travel under what little life is left from years of strength
And months of beauty. It touches me gently as if to comfort my
Emotion and assure a re-birth and resurgence. I pass and sadness
Sets in, for a whole season will pass before we meet again. Down
The hill a light and familiar scent touches my nose, diverting
The emptiness that resides in a dark hidden place know where to
Be found. It will always remain yet masked with the closing
Smell and nearing light. Stepping forward a warmth covers
Me and calmness filters through my body. To sit in peace
And harmony last only for a moment yet the moment feels
Like an eternity. Watching the sky shed its tears which harden
Before it hit’s the ground. I am still at peace and I am still
In harmony.
The harmony is now over, reality has set in, and my own self
Righteousness has made its way to the surface. The connections
Are lost within the stars and only a few are still visible to see.
I am no longer able to see and we are no longer a part of that
Connection. Yet with connections lost the sky will still cry out,
The gravel will still feel the daily pressures and strength, and
Beauty will still touch those who pass beneath it.
Where the rest of us will go is undetermined, only the Ferryman
Will decide that, only the Ferryman will decide our fate. My walk
Now is over, my journey progressing, and my heart still at a time
And a place that is not here, that is not now.
Copyright © John Martin | Year Posted 2010
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