Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Thanks for the music and the airplanes.

What are you but a swell, a tide, a moment that comes and goes with the moon light?
Why are you but my smile, a chance to be, a reason for the stars in the sky.
There is a god in heaven, this I believe, but I held you in my arms until that moment left me.
There is air to breath, it sustains me, a breath's bread and water missing your sent.
What is life but a moment, a second, ever reducing, 
subtracting, fracturing
dividing the instant that now is, from no hope of redemption
a subtraction from the day that I selflessly left you.
Why is now--this instant, when never is so far with you always in it.
Well, thank god for memory.
History


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