09.05.06.1509
Oh ye, how long I am not for where we stand;
upon the rafters of thought on the edge of imagination,
the idea just above still remains out of reach.
How did we get so high off the ground?
Or think that we could never fall back down?
Oh ye, how long I am not to be here again;
at last without a whisper and gone forevermore,
no memory left behind or songs to be sung.
A nothing.
A no one.
A never once was.
Oh, I really like this. Good use of words to convey rather abstract concepts–time, past, imagination. It can be hard to bring feeling to topics like these but you did it and well.
Nice. I certainly hope we get to see more from you here, Sage.
09.05.06.1512
Thanks butterfly… it was written in the moment, like true writing is supposed to be.
So do I rainey…
although its quite abstract i feel that i’ve experienced this many a time.