Stand
I stand in the aftermath
between the oscillations of time
wondering idle thoughts of you
I feel my mind haunted by
the passing moments of you
like passing effigy’s funeral parade
idle images n bright photographs
only your shadow hides in my mind
as time lingers on by
these moments caught in apathy
have you seen the leaves drifting in time
turning the colors of Crimson, amber, sublime
see orange fires, a hue of Oblivion’s season
watch then fall over and over again n again
thinking only of you, only of your hue
have you ever seen
the snowflakes suspended
in time, caught in the cold air
before it leaves this moment
down, down, flutters, and spins
melts away
how can you dare
Not understanding what I bear
all along my stair
I see you in the flowing night
It jars my mind
filled with ruminations
deep in my eons primordial form
I stand in the glare of the oncoming light
floating in your eyes, drifting in your smile
I stand in the aftermath
between the moments
of you n seconds of my wrath
linger the idle images of you
dividing the turns of the hand
into moments divided
into some infinite
infinity of parts
the black flock of the clergy, pass
I see you there in the snow
as it drifts upon your hair
the church is bare
all have left the service
streetlights flicker on
I stand in the twilight watching
wander away, not saying a thing
feeling the snow, fleeting
linger in the air, feeling your shadow
linger on quietly n despair
I stand in the aftermath
between the oscillations of time
wondering idle thoughts of you
I feel my mind haunted by
the passing moments of you
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