Footprints in mud or sand don't last.
They fade with time and tide.
Footprints on the heart are
Concrete and somehow abide.
                       ljm

Five billion years
from this day
in time

Will there be
anything
of this
world I know ?

What of oceans
or even snow ?
What of the dirt ?
I ponder so

I'm afraid
there will be
nothing there

A burnt out sun
and empty air

There will be
no longer dreams
or hopes

Just vacuous space
that's no joke

So what of man ?
Will he be long
deceased ?

I'm afraid
that will surely
be the case

After the sun
swallows whole
Turns the planet
into nuclear gold

And every molecule
and atom
whose energy
has been
spent

What will happen ?
I come to think

What if by chance
the sun goes nova ?
Casting our remains
from a supernova

Will we shoot across
the eternal bliss ?
And end up
collected
by a gravational
cyst ?

Who knows
for no one
will be there

Only the promise
of time
and distance
suspended
not even
in air

I wonder if he
still sees me in his dreams

Or if he is
dreaming of another

Does the heat of
August burn his skin

Like his
cold absence burns mine

Why do I still ache
for him?

Oh darling one,
I fear I may have been
but a passing dream to
you

I do not plan to exit meekly.
I aim to be drug into that twilight
Tightly clutching the shirt-tails of my life
Hanging on by teeth and toenails.
ljm