the many goodbyes
What is it do I want to say
when your eyes meet mine
wondering why
is it so necessary
to be reminded
that we are mortals?
What is it do I want to say
when your eyes meet mine
wondering why
is it so necessary
to be reminded
that we are mortals?
Just like that
A life disappears
What has been
Is no more
The space lost
To the words
The warmth undone
God
Have I not been,
Done,
Went and came?
Maybe not…
Perhaps not yet…
loving you meant so much more
then knowing your presence
by my side
along the lines of my ragged life
piecing together moments
gifted to us by some benevolent hand
me thinks of fear
how it crawls under the skin
hurries the drumbeats
kindles the fire
into the blood stream
makes the eyes roll back
taking away a last breath
I might not understand
The beauty in all things
from the tree tops
to the arranged cobblestones
under my feet
Large at sea
Do you dare
To walk the plank
To fall
In that obscure
Daring crest
Called by the richness
Sometimes,
it takes a miracle
a timing of sorts,
when a place,
a space
is given
to one
who needs it
most.