THINGS WILL FALL AWAY

 

 

THINGS WILL FALL AWAY

Things will fall away

Like snow from the pines in early Spring

Songs that you forget to sing

Words will fall into echoing

Then into a glistening silence

You will stare into the skies of uncomprehending blues

And think I used to feel differently about you

Now though, there are skies within

And I know what sky is just by looking inward

Will the winter be long the mind asks the heart

And the heart does not reply.

The mind grows anxious.

We are leaving everything now or soon

Says the soul in its own phase of its own moon

And we weep suddenly without knowing why

And know that everything seems a goodbye

And the mirror reflects a different space and time.

When we won’t be here at all.

mary angela douglas 6 march 2024