Before the Fall 6.16.23 “Missed Connection"
It takes just one moment, passed too soon To become little more than a buffoon Preoccupied with illuminating orbits Should any one passerby call it quits Stop, and stare for a while at starfall Indulge in a bit of evening innocence et al When did playing yield to hanging out Is it truly so wrong as we age, to seek play - devout? My hands, rope burned, failed to build a bridge Outstretched over water that I spilled, did not encourage Did not garner, nor garnish kind words exchanged Such cruelty is the desire for numbers today, arranged How many reruns of karma are to be endured? Recreating fireflies, lightning-bugs and storms allured Share words with me, and in doing so your spirit Sweet breath, sugar water on my lips to hear it How has fun been aged out of? Less long days, and old folks that plays any kind of love Fewer hands passing bills, passing change fewer coins Westbound destiny reads a different manifest from Illinois The stars don’t shine as bright on this coast, Too many faces walk past the streets I’m haunting Am I truly just a ghost? Living truly is oh, so daunting
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