Lingering...
Lingering .. a starfish on the sand
A sign that life is lost
Existence grounded in decay....
Hopes live on tidal shores .. some do not survive
Swept in or out ..depending on capricious waves..
Eroded by the battering of Time
The wind catches up a broken heart
Sweep it on beyond repair into another state
And like the ruins of temples standing broken
The same heart will catch the light in ever changing blasts.
Until its metronome is stilled
Horizons sink to rise
Clear patches open in the fog...the foghorn calls...
Speaking of dangerous waters ... we swim
In what contains all that is profound
And colourful within the span that is our lives.
Ice cubes melt Transforms disappear s
beyond the hope of restoration
The marks that time has left upon us
The dents and scratches on the new born babe
And finally are gone for ever.
Kristine Byrne 29th April 2012
To feed the chance we thought was lost
With brimming jugs of hurt and sorrow.