Is it the beginning or the end?
I suppose no one can ever know
Yet each of us will make the journey
When it comes the time for us to go
We will take one last look behind us
And see our loved ones are looking back
With that last breath we sigh “I love you”
And then we fade slowly into black
We were the youngest of lovers
Crossing the threshold of desire
Impatient and heated
Souls burning with the fires of youth
Bathing in the sureness of immortality
I shook my fists at the world
Then hid inside you for refuge
Sanctuary from an uncaring world
Now I am ancient
Shadows of crosses dull my eyes
So many years have slid past
Since first we touched each other’s hearts
Our young love still consumes my thoughts
Fills my passions
As if it were but yesterday
Winter in that city ripped the warmth from my soul.
All those faceless people with frozen hearts and minds,
Alive but not living, pushing… rushing…struggling
Like rats scuttling in and out of nameless places
Life there was for dreamers and only the young have
Any dreams left to give. There’s no inspiration
There for a man too old for imagination.
Not there among all those hurried, screaming masses
You silenced the calling out of children
Across empty lots and down twilight alleyways
You stole the summers of innocents
And the friends and lovers of forgotten days
Long ago, you teased me with your possibilities
Filled me with hope and fantasies
Then jerked away your promises
And left me with want and empty dreams
You are too impatient
In your eager search for the now
You’ve left no time for reflection
On ‘the once was’ or the ‘what will be’
I will tell you to slow down and enjoy the ride
I know you will not listen
You will not listen to anyone
Just stop trying so hard
Let us wear out our life
Listening to the wind in the trees
Feel the summer warmth on our face
Breathe the coolness of the evening
Hear the music of nature drifting across open meadows
Smell the intoxicating scent of wild flowers
Opening their souls to worship the morning sun
I know that in your rush to reach
What you believe to be success
You will ignore it all
Until you realize that it was not worth it
I pity your journey
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