Where has Time gone?
all the yesterdays and tomorrows
fold in upon now
we are the only ones here
holding hands
blinking
wind tossing our hair
I feel your heart beat
your hand in mine –
squeeze and feel the throb
all the lies sink beneath
our feet
all the truths rise up
and scatter like birds
as far as the eye
can see
the sun rises behind you
a strand of your hair
teasing my face
your eyes ask questions
I cannot answer
my words all come out
wrong
let us drink each other’s tears
let us embrace the other’s warmth
we know in the end
the cold makes its final claim
when all is said and done,
when all is wrapped up
once and for all,
can I stand beside you
and watch the sun
descend
a lifeless sky?
let us take tragedy
by the hand
and dance….
I really like your poem. The description is magnificent and the emotion behind it is tangible. Dance is something near and dear to my heart and so, to me, this really is a work of art.
Thanks. I’m glad my words did something for you. I’m no judge of my own work, of course. As author Robert Graves used to say, if you can’t be yourself no matter how unfashionable the result, then why bother? Those are words I live by. Again, thanks. Greg.