Eyes toward the sky, tentative
hand bringing shade to his face
clouds full with potent moisture, drifting
against the backdrop, infinity’s place
searching for clues to permanence
breath grown quietly still
alert for a message
aware that it could suddenly will
him the answer, through words
his ears couldn’t possibly hear
for only the strings of his Soul
could play so lyrically clear
the loss of his innocence berates him
and screams lest he forget
that time in itself is no remedy
and patience can often be met
with more loss
while sadness in echoing cries
rallies round him in hope of deliverance
then just as suddenly, dies
bedeviled he stands with eyes to the heavens
misty dreams of a path so long ago taken
and into himself he purposefully fell
knowing then that he’d been mistaken
and that life would never forsake him..