Good times fall into disrepair
Precious moments, fragile to begin with,
Dissolve into the distance
And leave an empty space on the shelf and we wonder, later
On what was there
The changes startle, I am unsure
The path ahead is not what I envisioned and I feel lost.
I stutter in my answer to the call,
And wait upon a better plan that will not cause the pain I must endure
The future knows my struggle with defeat
And laughs at my rail against the powers that be
Yet somewhere in me, there is the resolve that will accept what I did reap
Like the gathering of winter wheat
i love the depth of colour and emotion