I remember
Your eyes,
Your hollow stare
Of an Empty day
As deaths white horse
In shadows and light
Transforming eclipse
Nothing is real.
Convince me
Touch the past
Alter my face
With squandered breath
And chosen grace
Peer through windows
Stranded awe
Into a world of dangerous intent
Your peace
Each step unseen
Brings me life
Colors my soul
Cleanses my temple
In moments of stillness
Reveals time shape
I remember.
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Written for Poets United
Wonderful!
ReplyDeleteNothing is real, convince me touch the past..oh what lines
ReplyDeleteThere is sadness at the beginning of the poem, Alan......which seems to transition to reflection at the end. I don't know if I am correct or not, but I see in this poem the poet observing an elderly person with Alzheimers & coming to terms with it.
ReplyDeleteComing to terms with a person living in a condition is a challenge for his loved ones. Very well put Alan
ReplyDeleteGrace will do that...
ReplyDeletebeautiful progression from emptiness to color filled reality
A beautiful write, especially love "colors my soul, cleanses my temple".
ReplyDeleteits a journey man...as much as it is through your words...the sadness i feel in the beginning to the feel of a bit of hope in the end...that last stanza is my fav...
ReplyDeleteTo look into those eyes would surely be unforgettable.
ReplyDeleteA lot of sadness in this poem. I loved he lines - Each step unseen
ReplyDeleteBrings me life Colours my soul - full of hope.