"Watch The Sunrise..."
*Remembering
triggers
remembering
triggers ...*
...I sat a deathwatch with a friend - just this last November. She was quite a person... It became the ultimate "He said, she said..." and at the end - dissolution. We shared the creation of the world she was "becoming". At sunrise the silence was total... and the darkness complete
- the circle unbroken.
I still watch the sun rise...
her sun ...rise,
and others
and others...
With each brightening-
so many are "becoming"
more than they were.
New worlds -
to be explored,
remembered -
still other thoughts echoing within.
*Sometimes all I do is stare
-that faraway gaze,
that stolid look into eternity's face*
...and sometimes I hear the "birds" -
distractions of the 'dawning'
- and sometimes not.
Sometimes I understand -
chuckling here, at me ...understanding
how and why the anger flows inside.
For what it means to have been me
when
things happened, were done, weren't done,
ended ...began -
. is merely my own "he said, she said..."
soliloquy.
Life is sensual,
desire - ageless...
the need we feel
doesn't fade,
and loss isn't less keen now than then.
We hammer edges into the walls of our existence to prop
perceptions for renewel and then ignore the views
so they fade and fade away into our darkness.
And its almost like a physical distance
- to look into our thoughts ...almost.
I want ...
I want to ...
its not about ...
its ...
Remembering
triggers ...remembering.
Chris