The world got smaller today,
a message contained syllables, nouns and verbs that took my breath away,
another person gone….another shrinkage in my world, my family
and I am looking at fairy lights twinkle in the dark and feeling your life force pull away.
it’s a little lonely to be left behind, death is a cruel reality for those of us still breathing.
Not afraid of my own passing, not in a hurry for it either but when it does come it takes its toll on ones soul.
And my world is smaller, and I will shed tears but I will live on and embrace this thing called life for myself and all who have already passed on.
I kept wanting to back up on the truth, make it a lie
Turn those piercing words into ash so they would float away.
I kept feeling like I should be able to punch thru that veil between the worlds and drag you back.
This didn’t really happen, this isn’t how it ends.
Siphon the pain away, stop the clock hands and push them back.
This didn’t really happen, I won’t accept it and it will stop.
But the funeral has been planned, the flowers all bought,
The harsh truth remains, no turning those words to ash.
I can only punch into the air around me, the veil shall not be pierced.
And I feel you float away on beautiful Spring day……
Looking for familiar faces, scanning the horizon,
a full 360, sun blazing in my eyes.
The familiar faces are beginning to fade, drifting away on a cloud.
And then I am reminded you can’t hold a cloud, keep it near,
it will float away as we all will,
and the memory of the faces with them.
A friend passed away today, a friend I hadn’t seen for awhile.
Someone who’s face I would scan the horizon for when in familiar places.
His face had already begun to fade away from neglect, like the wall that needs painting but now it is floating away into a place I can’t retrieve from.
When I look for his familiar face I will have to scan the horizons of my mind and search the chambers of my heart for he is on a cloud that has left and is out of reach of my human hands.
Looking for familiar faces, looking within myself to retrieve the precious memories that clouds cannot take away.
The rain is here, soggy air,
Slick sidewalks, leaves rushing away, away to the sea.
Dark clouds shield the ground from the sun,
Thirsty trees reach up and say praise, praise the rain
And the land breathes a sigh of relief.
The mud starts to flow and takes sins away and dumps them into the drains.
But the sea creatures begin to cry as our debris begins to flow and choke their lives.
The rain is here, the rain is healing but the rain is exposing all our sins.
The rain is showing us what we have done, the rain is our truth.