Passages
through time engender
who we used to be,
who we are.
Arrested
at our peril,
not turning back,
no slowing down.
Everything
we know about each other
is history;
the present, too.
I cannot turn back the clock
and make things the way they were,
and even if I could,
I wouldn’t want to.
This place remains
as soon it’s gone
just like the moments
you are holding on to.
The past
is a deadly vision.
The present,
a state of mind.
All we have
is the next moment.
Time
after time,
after time.
There is nothing left behind us.
All we hold is dying grass.
Holding on to terra firma
as gravity releases grasp.
Blades will break
and you will tumble
up into the black abyss.
No more past on which to stumble,
just eternal nothingness
Forever is a very long time.
The future
is our paradise.
The past,
turning back
is the road to Hell
and I won’t have
any part of that.
Open your eyes.
In front of you
is your entire life.
The possibilities
are endless.
These passages
are full of ghosts,
just let them be.
They have no place with us;
we’re moving on
into the light, now.
Weightless and
eternal truth.
Let who you are
and who I am,
go
and we’ll move on;
into the light, now.
HG – 2018
