What Will Endure

It is with a sense of fondness that I bid you all farewell
You’ve taught me to unchain the heart that I had bound so well.

I feel rekindled in my soul for life beyond the grave
And know that though I leave you my love never goes away.

You who were most instrumental- loosening the clasps
Think well of me when I’ve moved on remember what I ask.

But ah, I know ’tis foolish thoughts to e’en recall my name
For in the end you’ll move on too- all soon forget my face.

I am the voice of him unheard.
I am the heart that can endure.
I am the one who stands alone.
I am the stranger no one knows.
I am the love still unrequited.
I am the dream that once delighted.
I am the road that no one traveled
I am the future that’s been trampled.

I am one of ten thousand songs
That’s never sung until they’re gone

I am the hope for something more
beyond the reach of closing doors.

I am the voice of him unheard
I am the heart that will endure.

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     Well it’s been awhile since I have included a personal note to my writings; I guess letting my work do the talking has appealed more to me as of late. But I wanted to take a moment here to thank you dear reader for your attention and consideration of my work. I wish nothing further save for a moment your mind be taken away from your personal struggles, problems, and whatever else may be weighing upon you and transported to my world of rhyme and often reminiscent nostalgia.

As this poem is, yet again, another speaking of goodbyes I cannot help but realize how fleeting is our interaction. How brief is any interaction. We say hello, we say goodbye, and the time spent in between, no matter how long, becomes nothing more than memories. Fleeting thoughts to be lost to our imaginations and locked away into histories forgotten. The best friend from high school, the first girlfriend, or the adopted uncle or aunt who has passed on. The dreams of youth. The first grade teacher.

Those forgotten, these remembered,
all whose legacies last forever:

These are the voices still unheard
These are the hearts that will endure.

Cheers to all,
E.L

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Never Gone

It’s only when we reach the end

Of all that’s known will we begin

To press into that vast expanse

Of life beyond our present breath

And turn our eyes to future’s new

And welcome thoughts and dreams into

Our lives which once before were stale

Vapid from some windless gale

Of absolute monotony

Our hearts yearning to find reprieve

Our minds wishing for something more-

But fearing we won’t open doors

To where we’ve never gone before.

Justice

As the mist on the mirror slowly dissipates
The face that’s revealed is the one I most hate
So smash the reflections swift to the ground
Let this whole building come tumbling down
Then pull out a match and kindle a fire
Burn what remains let the flames climb higher
But leave me inside to share in its fate
So no one sees further the one I most hate.

As We Were

We dare not beguile ourselves

To think we’re strong as we once were

And through our smiles fear abounds

Our youth’s vigor is not as firm.

With trembling hands we gaze around

Attention not quite so pure

Without desiring we’ve found

Life’s empty bitter lures.

Though battered will and creasing brow

Behold future’s visage demurred 

Our life yet still sends out its sound-

To what end we are not sure.