Thursday, August 22, 2013
My memories are inaccurate,
Often arousing me to weep…
Old friends aren’t who I remember,
Their scars and wrinkles deep.
I stand now on a quake fault,
A sinking ship without a hope;
Watching the drifting life raft…
My hands failed to grasp the rope.
What brilliant stars we once were,
I thought we ruled the universe;
Waking now as exploding nova’s,
The “Time continuum”, our curse.
One by one, friend’s lights go dark
No longer the lords of their land…
I dispatched the needed lifeboat;
Again the rope slipped through my hand.