the wailing
was it the wailing of your primal dreams
that got you out of bed today?
or determination to pursue some goal
beyond the horizon and far away?
with every second that strums its tune
another step forward come too soon
a longing that slowly consumes your frame
and thickens the air in the room
disbelief of what was once believed
a moment born happy, now grieved
wait! come back! the fire is still burning!
the home is clean and warm and safe,
and ready for your returning!
a shrine- to all that you and I achieved!
a vase- to hold the flower that was conceived...
the saddest song that can be heard
changes year by year
as old memories fade from view
and new ones become dear
~
2016 - 2021