Time Hangs Upon A Wall

In a scene sitting upon a foundational slab...

 

High upon a mountain's perch

Reflecting on the sun’s search

For tomorrow’s scars;

As radiant sunlight burns like an inferno’s fire

Over the water’s surface (a brief candlelight) within a universe of stars.

 

 

Time awaits with a whispered breath

That dwells upon the mountain’s breadth

As the night shadows egress over the day’s joys and fears

Falling into an all consuming darkness

And then slowly; inexorably immortality too, disappears-

While motorized water crafts run in whimsical splash

Crisscrossing back and forth in mad dash...

Weaving webs in manic pursuit of their fantasies of play

Leaving behind wisps of white spray trails

As the pursuer is dressed in delusional fay

 

 

Morning brings the night’s survivors to break fast

Recounting and retelling the evening of missed past

Left amongst the empty shot glasses that rancor in a shrillness

And too, framed black and white photographs hang in perpetuity

at the Iron Horse Grill wall of stillness.

 

 

As the next generation picks up the tab...