Once I didn’t stop to think of tomorrow- Living every moment
as
- An endless summer afternoon
- The sun on my cheeks, a breeze lifting my hair
- Starlight in my fingers and mud between my toes
- Adventures were the spice of imagination
- A thrill of forbidden possibilities
- Now I know better.
- Now I can’t... stop... counting
- Can’t stop the reckoning
- Of days
- Watching the hours go beyond me and behind me
- Swept up in the flames of past and future
- Now I hear each heartbeat speed along
- Each cadence detailed and enlarged, drawn
- And echoed in letters of fire
- About a tiny circlet of gold that
- Breathes with me, whispers to me
- Singling out the days and lengthening the nights
- Twinned with every breath I take
- A neverending rosary of pain
Now I can’t... stop... counting- Can’t stop the reckoning
- Of days
- Watching the hours go beyond me and behind me
- Swept up in the flames of past and future
- Now I fear the future and long for the past
- The only silence is now, this moment
- With its unbearable waiting
- The only escape is sleep
- And then the dreams will come
- I even log the dreams, their details
- Sear my soul and cloud my mind
- Each one a shadow of a memory, ashes
- Of the flames of past and future
- Once I didn’t stop to think of tomorrow
- Once there was light and hope, love and life
- Now there is the Ring.
- And my heartbeat.
- And nothing else.