days turning endless
sounds seeming hollow
clouds mask the sun
winds wither words
from voices of violence
as time will not stand
or yield to the footsteps
uncaring of love
destinies written
before time began
in the breathing
and breaking of hearts
ours to remember
held in our hands
the unfolding
of memories lost
no refuge or harbor
to anchor the light
to the dreams
of another goodbye
grandfathersky 