The Fade of Things
My skin does not reflect the light,
colors lost in the grayish setting of this day
as I walk among forgotten flowers.
Was there an answer to those dreams?
The water soiled with copper coins it seems
to keep and give us change in wishes gone,
and there are no answers, we bind ourselves
to things that were, the ones that stayed
for we don’t know from hereon
how to walk straight, spreading wings
that never known how far to fly.
Then look again, for I’m still here
among those long-forgotten flowers
with vibrant colors that fade away,
and If I once my presence known
I’m bound to slowly disappear-
June 22, 2019
“We are nothing but shadows
Trying to hold on to
This bittersweet life
That we call our own…”
― Ricky Mears