I watched the sun set its self down,
far beyond the trees-
Who knows what the future will bring?
Everything is coming down,
everyone is fading out.
What will remain after all of this?
After the journeys' course is run,
and we are laid to rest,
who is it that we remember
and who is it we dare forget?
The sights, unseen,
the sleepless nights,
waiting for a helping hand,
waiting for the light.
With acknowledgement
comes strength of spirit.
With reconciliation,
a sense of worth is found.
When the future shows its face
I would like to face it with you
A remainder, a remnant of love and faith
a remembrance of times past
and the recurrence of forever
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made me cry
ReplyDeleteOh, I'm sorry. :-(
ReplyDeleteit's ok. even though the crying came from a sad feeling, it's the good type of crying. does that make sense? i'm not gonna bother trying to read into the poem, you'll just yell at me again. thus i go with amanda's hypothetical (since she hasn't read it yet) analysis: you're kidnapping people just because they're leaving?! you know, you really should coax people into letting you kidnap them with a soothing atmosphere like a setting sun.
ReplyDeletebleh, sorry this got so long.