Life without Lives

here’s a poem I wrote more then 6 years ago. ..


Night air swells around midlife

with all that we can hold,

into our wistful hearts

we sink, to comfort dying souls.


We hold hands in union

to keep from holding on to what past

we see the sinking sun go down

and feel, nothing was made to last.


Colourful skies, fill up with hope

only when we close our eyes.

Do we see the seagulls lost in their freedom?

Or fear hope, as our time flys?


With no darkness but a light so bright

while wondering through our lives at night

with dreams of not that all we dream…


We dream of love, salvation and peace

that the night sky belongs with the day.

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