In The Quiet of An August
I’m listening to some soft resonate
response to humanity,
when I wonder what it is I want to cry about.
I think about the events of the day,
a lost horizon,
an adjustment to being simple minded.
Now I wonder about a lot of little things,
so to pass the time,
a favored response to the greater good.
Yet there is always that occasional mind blown
revelation, an epiphany
starts our road like freshly laid asphalt.
There in the darkness I watched time,
and yet the morning sun still
shone like it managed every day of my life.
I wonder where it is I go, that leaves me
helpless in the space of time,
asking forgiveness and wandering alone.
I sometimes wait for letters that write a story,
sometimes just a glance,
and yet the time continues an autumn breeze.
I wonder if it might be true what she said,
too late, another life, not fair,
we can’t always want the same things together.
I know what love is today,
I’ve never felt such pain,
it is a beautiful thing –
My foot taps in a rhythmic motion,
the world seems to ignore,
the reality of my sadness forever more.
Oh to know the gentle caress of her touch,
is forever in my mind a scented
flower drawn by the artists’ of tomorrow.