Everything comes and goes
you can’t court without a spark / but nothing lasts as long
as that first light / the first night / already fading / and the morning
finds us fumbling / trying to get through / to get on
to something shinier / something newer / to something newer
Everything comes and goes
like the lines we never got to cross / though we prayed
though we paced ourselves like panthers on the prey
Stay time / we begged / we’ll bend to your will / if you are willing
but it didn’t and we can’t get back to where we started
to that point where hope departed / where hope departed
Everything comes and goes
trains change tracks along the midway / beauty is dying
in the cut bouquet / we change carriages for convenience
to be closer to connections / but touch / like time / is temporary
and every stop sees another petal fall to the stoop
we are dying to be held / but by death propelled / by death propelled
Everything comes and goes
we are people parading in parks / in technological bubbles
that bind us to the common blindness / courting on computers
arousals now viral / no virtual / thinking time is to be trusted
trains will take us where we want / but time is not ours
lines get lost / petals continue to fall from flowers / fall from flowers
Everything comes and goes
but I’ve grown accustomed / now / accustomed to this pace
to carrying carriages / inside me / for the colours collected
for the connections / now a curator
no longer do I scatter / refuges onto the road
Everything comes and goes
All words sand sketches by Damien B Donnelly
sarahsouthwest
Ah, yes.
beauty is dying
in the cut bouquet
and aren’t we all dying to be held?
deuxiemepeau
Especially right now! Oh my goodness! I’ll need more cases if this continues
memadtwo
Time is not ours…was it ever? (K)
deuxiemepeau
No, but for a while I think we felt it was. This year seems to have been a wake up to reality and the truth about time
memadtwo
We’ve been waking up to much I think.