~Beyond This~

Beyond the pale green of blades now spent,
Within the memory of what was
I ask, 'What will be? '

My eyes see just far enough to blur any hope.
Thinking back when days didn't matter
and time ran with me,
I smile, knowing the essence of everything was new and good.

Now thoughts circle around the next day's passing,
Dragging me into another like a broken wheel
struggling to turn.

How long before I fall like that leaf I saw just yesterday?
Or stop, like a clock whose hands once held hope high.

sinnaminsun 2006