Where Once Began, And Time Ended
These wings are broken.
And cannot fly,
They felt the air once,
As it would brush by their silver feathers,
These wings remain folded ,
These eyes no longer see.
And cannot describe your face,
They absorbed the colors of meadows and mountains once,
They drank in the blowing of leaves and the falling of snow,
But they no longer see,
These ears no longer hear.
And cannot tell you the sounds that pulsate through open doors,
Although they were witness to ‘once upon a times,
To the laughing of birds,
There only there now,
This voice no longer speaks.
And cannot tell you this poem,
Although it spoke of beauty and pain,
And whispered thoughts of politics and humor,
This voice no longer works,
And with this I say by both a Hello and goodbye.
A how are you and fine,
I cannot feel the wind blow against my broken wings,
Or see the sights beyond me,
Nor can I hear the laughter of nature or speak of its very existence,
I can though no matter what I loose or what in time gain
Fall victim to sever my world of imagination
My place where illusion and reality run ramped
My mind where all of these words stem from
And form emotions and ideas
That conceive images of detail and delicateness
For this is where once
began
And where time had ended
2006-09-02
16:59:59
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