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.
