Saturday, February 21, 2015

There are no words

I realize that beauty is fading fast
It's the price we pay for wisdom
and better days

Webs move across the corners of my eyes
soft folds have arrived at the edges of my smile

I look out to see awkward teenagers
struggling to chart a foreign landscape
so precariously full of wide life

the sun is beginning to set warm gold
against my back

this day
is the best it will ever be

ever more now I know that this body is not home
simply a stunning arrangement
casing for an expanse so wide
the very thought of it makes me cry

yes, the sun is setting warm gold
against my back

but we are not the sunset
We are the very sky.