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..