Measuring
What cannot be
Measured, Instead of holding
The true and the Treasured, each
Minute seems longer, and each
Second I ponder, how to make it
Mean more than my
Pleasure
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 8:24 PM UTC
Drifting over the air
I looked below, the world minimised
Far away sea and land, all dehumanized
The air felt different
Having left but not arrived
Having fallen but not been lifted
Up
I considered where I had been
The things I wish I had not seen
The things I wish I had done
And I knew I must wait
Until I passed through the gate
To new skies and a new sun
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 8:10 PM UTC
I sat on a wooden chair
No one else seemed to be there
The coffin did shine
Mourn the lost life line
As the suited man said a prayer
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 7:59 PM UTC