Friday, May 19, 2017

longfellow bridge


01 May 2017

requiem (version 1.2)

Are our lives just shadows
passing over the ground,
running fast with the clouds?

And those precious hopes of ours,
our dreams, are they just empty shells
washed up upon the beach?

Are we mere sparks in the slow darkness
of the universe, fireflies living lives
briefer than the blink of a god's eye?

It's as though you never lived, you are so utterly gone.
They have completely forgotten you; your life is undone.