Skidaway

Skidaway   8/25/2014

All feasts must end

And all the bars

Eventually close

As we slowly stumble for the exits

In huddles of twos and threes.

But it was never about

Where we were

But rather, who we were with

And if we connected in true and genuine sense

Giving, taking, and conspiring. 

Some days are so very good

That you never want them to end

And so we try and extend the moment

By sharing and exchanging

Our, highest , thoughts, wishes, and prayers. 

We vow to keep in touch

And sometimes we do

Stoking the fires of friendship

Year after year,

And decade after decade.

It’s impossible to recreate

What is authentic and spontaneous

But even though we know

We always try again and again.

And everyone should know

That you can’t put your arms

Around a puff of smoke

Even though we have tried

Every single day. 

Everything that has a beginning

Must also, have an end

Continuing on, at full speed

Until it stops

Abruptly and dead.

The wheels stop turning

And we just give up

As we drag the past behind us

And skid to a stop. 

It can make you sad

And it can break your heart

Because how often have we all?

Thought so many kind thoughts

But never done a thing.    

Time erases hard feelings

But it can never heal regret
So it just burns forever  

Eating at our souls.    

I drifted in my sleep

For the very longest time  

Until now, when it just seems silly

To ever try and make it back.

The heady days of jubilant sun

And sparkling water

Remain frozen in time

Better than what they were

In perfect greens and blues. 

Places and situations change

And, I rub the sleep from my eyes

Looking backwards on my life,

Of numberless dreams. 

We all have seen it

The beautiful glimpses of heaven

In the eyes of our mind

Viewed through sparkling glitter

And searing neon. 

We who have stared

Into the eyes of another

Searching the depths

For any kind of recognition. 

Nothing can compare to grace

And unexpected blessings

Which is what makes them so precious

The irreplaceable, irreducible

Dust of dreams. 

Dear God

Let a little bit of stardust

Falls on us  

And let us embrace

Forever in your mansion. 

All of this longing shall end

But the feast shall go on

As we drink a finer vintage

And laugh forever.