Poem of Fatalistic Retrospection

danielf By danielf, 2nd Apr 2013 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/18rvh0-k/
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One of my first poems, and probably still one of my favourite ones. Regards love, family, relationships and death/suicide.

Dreaming

There will be a place in time,
When the air is still,
When she lays her head on my chest,
And we listen to our hearts beat.

There is no need for words,
Our minds are already one,
So we listen to the call of birds,
The rustle of trees,
The trickle of water,
The noise of the silence of time.

Some day we will return with a child in tow.
Maybe two,
Three,
Four.
And for those moments,
We will forget our woes,
Forget the world,
And find our own place.

Then perhaps I will return once more.
Not we,
I.
They are all long gone,
Searching the world for meaning that is not there.
Maybe one day they will come back too,
But it will be too late for me then.
It is already time.

As I sink my toes into the sand,
Edging my way towards solitude,
I think one, last, blistering thought.

What will they think?

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author avatar Mark Gordon Brown
2nd Apr 2013 (#)

Yes as we age, our thoughts turn to the thoughts of our children. Amazing how time passes and life goes on... great poem.

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author avatar danielf
2nd Apr 2013 (#)

Thanks a lot, Mark.

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