Here we are at season's end
The warmth is gone and the ground is hard
The solstice leaves have fallen
amongst other less tangible tragedies

How little time has passed it seems
since the warmth touched my face
Now there is only the scar of loves kiss
being lowered into the ground one final time

In games without borders someone always loses
inevitably leading to waiting no more
Moonlight illuminating the gold tinged road
of broken promises

The star of a thousand lakes could not be contained
and has flickered and burned away
The power of the word goodbye amplified
by the cold within and without

There is nothing left to lose after so little gained
I tried to keep the fires burning
only to find the smallest embers were
not enough to keep the storms at bay

I focus on the only real thing despite the familiar
memories of that particular sting
In the end my barren plains of hurt
just get covered in a dead white blanket

Maybe the light will return and burst through the darkness
But for now I feel only the sorrowful moans of neglect
And now we face the rust of winter
Our corrosion pervading all things

10/21/2005

Posted on 10/21/2005
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