Mar 2020
Soon it fades,
A breath falling away,
Something you always lose,
A dream,
Now but a vapor,
Somehow a window
And a field of flowers
At the edge of waking.
And the sunlight rubs away
The last of the dream
In the call of voices
Below the tenement
Reminding of drudgery.
And you don't blink back
At the dullness descending
For another day
As you fathom
Your loss
In the last of the wake.
A breath falling away,
Something you always lose,
A dream,
Now but a vapor,
Somehow a window
And a field of flowers
At the edge of waking.
And the sunlight rubs away
The last of the dream
In the call of voices
Below the tenement
Reminding of drudgery.
And you don't blink back
At the dullness descending
For another day
As you fathom
Your loss
In the last of the wake.
This is a new poem. My friends times have been rough of late.
This poem is real time for our family now. I that everyone who takes they're time to read my work. Thank you, TJ.
This poem is real time for our family now. I that everyone who takes they're time to read my work. Thank you, TJ.
