Chasing shadows across stolen time
Trying to recall to where those years vanished.
Dragged into despair by the cost of
Caring too much, too long. Too short
This life. Oh, indeed, were we so young
(One for all and all for one),
Letting life linger with only the occasional
List gently carrying us along the way
(Just as sure as this river’s gonna run).
When did tomorrow happen? Taking the
Us from us, each to claim our own
Single stake across stranger ocean tides
Than ever we could have imagined.
Traversing new waves that, at times,
Washed over our craft, rising higher than
Our minds could fathom, thrown up
In the recurring perfect storms that
Made us feel small and alone, away;
Making us cry out to what we believe
To be an unlistening world, deaf to
The destruction happening around us all.
The words wrought with the reality that
Emotions are not individual entities,
Entreating the ghosts of some yesterday
to Please Lend Us An Ear! To give us
Sunshine and calm; respite found in
The eyes of too many hurricanes,
Each one as unlikely as the last.
But find now in this simple note
That such solitude is pure illusion,
And, as ever, even if I am having a
Little trouble (again with myself) that
Still I am here, through all those
Years and miles between us.
…’Til kingdom come.
-Dakin 12/9/11
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