It’s all dubious now; the memories, –
scratch-etchings at best; and, we,
who once believed in each other -separated,
distant – alone in our solitude,
seem too restless to listen to those inner voices,
coming and going like the winter leaves falling from time;
maybe it’s for the best, as if light were an answer
to a problem, a problem that has since lost its efficacy, an object
pursuing shadows – haunting us like false memories
of a future that never was nor could be;
and, yet, we gaze… yes, gaze…
outward into the mist – the bright one in his aura, even the sun
channeling the liquid rays across this ocean of light
…………..without us…
–S.C. Hickman ©2016
I Saw The Light-Hank Williams – YouTube
THE STRANGLERS – ALWAYS THE SUN. – YouTube
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