Wednesday, November 16

The second half

My eyes
can see
images written in time
getting blurry.

Words fail me
as I write again.

I miss the sea.
I miss many things.

My past has become
in my present.

Let it grow white
let it get washed
by those very waves,
waterless waves,
that filled up my present
in the past.
let it get bleached out
in an all consuming white.

And then
I will
fade out


Zofo The Hermit of Wandering Thoughts said...

If my was would be an is,
And Not waiting for a will be

Or if at last the time would come,
When later is now & here.

Fingers said...

I don't think I understood much of that, Z. Perhaps you could elucidate?

Zofo The Hermit of Wandering Thoughts said...

Was (The Past)... IS (The Present)... A Will BE (The future)... or the Good Bad & Ugly as I refer to my own past, present and future