Friday, June 19, 2015

We Are Gone





















in the spring,
you may look for us,
but nothing is all you will find,
for we are gone,
traveling the hills westward,
soaring over mountain peeks,
gliding through sunken valleys;
we are gone;
left behind, with all the
recycled trash,
yesterday’s news,
trapped within the hollow strands
of tomorrow’s tragedy,
laboriously flailing along,
like forgotten refugees,
displaced by new dreams
and decaying winter filth;
we are gone;
do not look in hidden
summer sanctuaries,
nor behind effervescent nooks
and crannies,
the dawn will bring no more questions,
the sky no more answers,
mystery bemoans her children,
destiny awakens from its slumber,
we have become the
evening shadows;
all things fade,
all things disappear,
all things end;
we are gone.
.

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