The Undoing of Time
By Elizabeth Sage Jackson
If one could reverse the spinning of this rock
Would time turn back?
Could I undo actions that left hurt in your eyes?
Brown eyes bleed sadness, you look at me.
An old friend, my almost future,
Where is the me you used to know?
Could I take back thorn sharp words?
Cut back envy and greed,
Grow a garden of honesty. Speak only kind words.
People canβt take back bitter-hearted statements.
I can not cross the stars.
Almost perfect love becomes murky
River water under the metaphorical bridge of consciousness.
Yet almost is still the most haunting word.
This almost perfect had embedded itself in my mind.
If I were not so hasty cruel,
It would be possible to denote another future.
I grieve what will never be.
Like the year late light of a long dead star.
I drift through this void of love and lust,
Alternate endings haunting my feeble mind.
It is impossible to take back emotion,
We can only ponder on the great what ifs.
The light of dying stars illuminates your hollow face
I donβt know how to stop my ever spinning mind.
They say stars burn brightest right before implosion,
And perhaps that explains my past.
Life is most joyous before the impact.
World floating, perfectly still.
Body knows what the mind refuses to acknowledge.
Earth will stop spinning if we love hard enough,
Write a few more poems of love and lust.
Just to stop this fatal trajectory.
Spinning out into pin sized blackholes.
Lose it all for something we can not see.
