Would you leave
If you knew it would be
Your last
Would you hold hope
If there is nothing in the glass
In the time of wander
In the time of destruction
The echoes of unfinished goodbyes
Ring through the streets
To remind us
That life is finite
And complete
So take what you have
And make what you have
The best it can
Be
Walking among the trees
The sand dunes
And the fallen leaves
These
Hills
Remember my feet
Walking past in great
Admiration
Of the wonder of life
The wonder of the Chicago
Over Lake Michigan
Industry and what it takes
But the roots remember
Every footstep
In a web of life
Unseen in all
Of it’s glory
Water
Flows
From the ground
Lake of Michigan
To the shores of Chicago
And beyond
To the highest clouds
And the concrete walls
The language well below
Where the light never goes
There is a currency of life
That makes easy the way of
Forgotten creatures
Upon the base
Of Lake Michigan
What we hear
In our own ears
May not always fully capture
The rupture
Of the thunder that emits
Well beyond the clouds
For the feather that is laying
Light on the ground
Pushes back
When the wind blows
So does the thunder blow the
Air
Of quiet submission
To the waves
That make it
To the land
Below
Time undone
Wrung
In the slightest sense
Of night to day
To light from grey
This day
The hour hands
Work back
To see the mistakes
We made with a clear image
Of how to make life
Better against the grain
Of time
Beyond the clouds
The moon and stars
Are placed
Beyond touch
But always touching
Moving burning blossoming
In the hours of evening and night
But when the stars weep
The trails of light
Into a thick evening night
We feel our hearts
Connected in some way
To the stars above
Us everyday
Beyond the sunset
And before the sunset
In the depths of night
And in the rotund burst of mourning
There is a small place
Where souls
Go to rest
Beyond the mountains
And over the sea
Through the waves and beneath
The sand
Holding the light of day
And each others hand
One minute
Or two
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Swipe through
To the left and the right
Again and again
The words frozen like
A lake in my mind
Slowly becoming motionless
In time
For my fingers are the logs
Filling the river
With the power of
Progress blocked
With this one thought
I am not doing fine
It’s the art of losing time
Crisp
Clicks
Cracks and snap
Of the footsteps left
Behind
In the history
Of time
Echoed into space
Along the way
And captured in the faintest of
Sounds
But drown
In a world obsessed with motions
So we hold on
To those we love
Before our footsteps too
Will be forgotten
In the northern states
There is a river
That runs to the east
And the west
Bending every last drop
To the crest of the edge
To the bottom below
Working its way through
High and low
Country
So yearns the river
For the ocean
That it can flow
In any direction
So as the heart
Yearns for love
We learn from the world
We live in
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