Tuesday November 17, 2015 8.10 A.M.
The wind called time
Dispersing friends across distant climes
Bringing close those far
And pushing very far those who once were near.
We are now in different places
Living our lives in progressive phases
Time eroded memories of long gone days a-glowing
Fueling the embers of youthful grace in mortal atrophy.
The wind called time is blowing
Calling all friends to gather at the crow’s cawing
To look into each other’s faces dimmed and etched with life’s worries
Together, holding hands and sharing all our life’s dirty stories.
December 2, 2015.