on this hour unnamed
i am suddenly swept
by this force
this longing
stronger than my will
although just a whisper
a tiny speck of days gone by
i have to write about you
at least,
once again
until the will crumbles
beneath the disarming jolts
of
memories
a distant reflection
a mock
a faded brilliant eye of god
a shooting star
catching for a wild ride
trail blazing for the grave
a mediocre once-upon-a-time
that was robbed
the glamor of
its ever after
undeserved
yet, nonetheless
remembered
djf
01:18
01192010