As If

 

If sadness were a distance, I’d be here

Furthest away from where I feel near

I try to remain sensible

Yet, oddly feel dispensable

 

Autumn’s hypnotics ceases my aging

Solemn, neurotic, each is my caging

Within the scent of elder wisdom

Among the cool breeze slipping by

 

Inside each rain drop if you listen

She sings the song of eternal life

 

Speaking under my breath

Though reaffirming myself

What I can express through dance

Never speaks while I walk alone in silence

 

As if I can see the result eight days ahead

Merging, surging, purging 21

I’ve reached a matter beyond matters

To end my life or keep holding on

 

Every week is each new epoch

Promises held to delay gratification

Keeping in mind the reason for another

The struggle to become something better

 

As if I’m waiting to hear the rest of the story

An emotional cosmos shadowed by memories and fear

The accord of happiness, love, and glory

Now takes due form within the mirror

 

Non-emoted music laid down against my soul

Dissected from cohesion to tonal caw

Once linked with a moment, behold    

A time relived, celebrated with inner awe

 

As another week passes

I hope many more may come

As if I breach impasses

Death will wait until I’m done

 

                                    07/31/07  Jake Belmont