The march of time
Moves on My love
It moves
With slow assured pace
And with the meter of my life
Has left but longing
In its place
It's left a longing
Paid so cruel
With scattered bits
Of loves debris
And carried me along the wake
Of all that my heart
Refused to see
Sorrow~
Sadness~
Secret friends of mine
Who walk with me along
The March of Time.
This plot can hold my paltry dust
For all I care
The stone can tell my name
But I will not be there.
A little band of pilgrims - may
Or may not come
And if they do or dont - Ill love
Them just the same.
for I shall be unfettered - in
That pending place
In some uncharted land - beyond
The reach of fame.
COMMENTS
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FallenxPrincess
23:25 Sep 21 2011
Wow, I like this as do most everything you write.