Friday, September 16, 2016

Forsaken


 
In the fleeting moment,
We are born and we die,
The touch of the father’s hand,
Turns quickly toward the plow,
The belonging of family,
An illusion quickly shattered,
As friends come and go,
Some closer than others,
Some of which you marry,
Shatter illusions of compassion,
Without word or reason,
As if nothing ever happened.

Forsaken from the womb,
We taste the cold air,
Alone within our skin,
Yet you are always there,
The heart is but a window,
Through all vision taken,
Seeing you through the heart,
We are never forsaken.

Some hearts cross our paths,
With a true desire of bonding,
Alone within their skins,
Heart beating and yearning,
Reaching out to you,
And reaching out to me,
Not dreaming of separation,
Separated by circumstance,
Even two hearts bound in marriage,
Only touching at sunsets,
Contemplating life true meaning,
Most moments are bereft.

Forsaken from the womb,
We taste the cold air,
Alone within our skin,
Yet you are always there,
The heart is but a window,
Through all vision taken,
Seeing you through the heart,
We are never forsaken.

In space we fall through time,
At times we fall through space,
While bleeding and alone,
In the grip of hopeless gravity,
Knowing that strength was an illusion,
And what must be will occur,
For if the height was per chance higher,
The final page would turn,
As some of us have tragically learned,
Living out our days,
Those souls shining through our hearts,
The truest sun life rays.

Forsaken from the womb,
We taste the cold air,
Alone within our skin,
Yet you are always there,
The heart is but a window,
Through all vision taken,
Seeing you through the heart,
We are never forsaken.