The memories never stop or fade,
That one moment of time rules,
And ever will…
easy…
The memories never stop or fade,
That one moment of time rules,
And ever will…
easy…
As if always has been, still is,
Ever at edge of my conciseness,
Pulling my heart, yet out of reach,
A need remaining ever unfulfilled,
Wanting, yearning, desiring, craving,
An equal partner sharing this path,
Echoes a roaring din in my empty life,
Join me I beg you with tears flowing,
For my time has grown far too short,
And still, you’re not here…
Easy …
easy…
“All truth passes through three stages;
1st it is opposed,
2nd it is resisted,
3rd of is accepted…”
Think about it…
easy…
Death stocks but you know not,
Tired to very core still duty calls,
Action afar so fear has dimmed,
Wariness defeated by exhaustion,
Yet this is the faultiness of death,
For death watches, draws nearer,
With slow patience, eyes on you,
Ever alert, awaiting her chances,
Slow motion bringing ere closer,
Still you’re left nascent calm,
The crack din breaks desert sun,
You perceiving nothing but heat,
Silence surroundings is calmest,
First realization is last thought,
Far too late you know your end,
And complete she fades back,
For the hunt must begin again…
Easy…
easy…