No simple man of letters
Spirit of the words
Lingering years
Son of Earth
Smoke filling lungs
Spirit of the world
No simple man of letters
Let the pages fox and curl
Dog ear the history
Let it fade
Destroy the concept
Lost in the grey
No simple man of letters
Spirit of the words
Lingering years
Son of Earth
Smoke filling lungs
Spirit of the world
No simple man of letters
Let the pages fox and curl
Dog ear the history
Let it fade
Destroy the concept
Lost in the grey
Letting go
Taking another loss in stride
Expectations low
Another day in the life
Perhaps I left a piece behind
On my way, all in a hurry
Trying to live life
At that pace, things get blurry
Losing definition
Whisked away
Never noticing, until I take a break
Pieces breaking off
Loss lost in the tides of change
Mistaking it for progress
On porcelain legs
Silence in the dooryard
The first of many days
Future quiet
Traces soon to fade
Trails blazed, reclaimed
Returned to nature’s grasp
Remains
Interred beneath the grass
If I could hold time in my hands
I’d wrap it like a gift
I’d give it all to you
Every single bit
I’d wish away the pain
All the struggles of old age
I’d see you spend your days
Resting or at play
Laying in the garden
Driving neighbors mad
Going for long walks, then sleeping like the dead
My head is full of memories
Most happy, some sad
Unconditional love is something rare to have
Last connections to a past life
Signals start to fade
Twelve years wasn’t long enough
Please don’t go away
I saw you last night, I called out your name
Passing out of sight, passing through walls
You were gone again
Shadow in the shade
Becoming one
A dream into memory
Remember me
The way I used to be
A few short steps behind
With all the world between
I used to wander the countryside, through the pines and the ceders
Greeting great maples and oaks, brimming with life
Occasional willows, walnut trees, birches barked in white
Giving way to little known meadows
Old places hid from memory, each a breathing echo
Deeply rooted in the past
Centuries standing either side of the path
Adventures, lost
Before satellite maps
Foundation abandoned
Stone steps to mark the way
Ascent to echoes, lost secrets of this place
Taken away
Taken to grave by denizens of old
No occupancy, save for mice and voles
Hidden in the cracks
Nesting in the ruins of memories past
Six years of silence looms over me
Obelisk of regret
Blotting out the sun
Standing on my chest
Pressed against my heart
Struggling with the burden
Loss of self respect
Ashamed at the hurting
Was it worth it?
Not one single bit
Two thousand days wasted
A future traded for a fix