A couple calendars have passed,
And I ask all that IS
If more seasons will evolve before
The hour of encounter.
Stars trickle at midnight
Through the farthest spaces between
All that once seemed eternal.
Journaling dreams, voicing a future
And attempting to alter a destiny
Has become hopelessly useless.
What’s undone can be done not again
Finger prints wiped,
Leaving behind only a smudge.
I indulge in caramel-coated
Memoirs as my eyes gaze into
A jammed hour glass
As time declines passing.
But so it was… ♠