Trading time for a few shiny coins,

burning unrecoverable on someone else’s pyre;

life’s ashes adrift on wind, blow over my soul,

alone with friends from another time,

silent laughter screams a torturous nothing;

captured beauty never ages, or grows,

Passion never dies, only fades with the wash, yellow with years, worn, torn corners, dog eared to the page, memories burned into perfect moments, never allowed to die…  becomes more brass to polish.

…afraid to let go, afraid nothing will ever refill that chalice.


One Response to “poem”

  1. Wow. That is awesome.

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