Voucher
Yes, the end has at last arrived.
We saw the minefields ahead and continued forward
With the abandon of the damned.
Occasionally I could see the flicker of insanity,
Resting deep within your eyes.
There was nothing to be done, but stare
At the heavens and pray
For the resalvaging of the soul.
You are gone, but I was a million light years away
Long before you had a glimmer of
This fact.
Now there are the faint spectral trails of memories,
And conglomerations energy vortices ...
Speaking from a time that should have
Been kinder and more mericful, yet
Ended up in classic meat-grinder fashion.
In afterthought,
Moving about in my day to day pergrinations,
There must be more consciousness of the gravity
Of my feet - as they have crossed the boundaries
Where I cannot return from.
In this,
I know that we will spend some time in reverie,
But that will fade as new life opens up,
And replaces the old and tired
With the new cycle.
The clearing of the refuse.
The planting of a new garden.
... May the fruits be more sweet and
The vegetables spill from the basket.
Copyright © Dennis Sheffer | Year Posted 2009
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