Sunday, April 8, 2007

April 8, 1959

This is all
I am now as
all I was
before. The world
turns steadily on
its axis; the amaranthine
waves lap
their shores; the sun ever-
sentry shines
regardless. Like the dead
the days go on leaving; like
the days we
who live go on
living. All
at once I grieve
for what was and is no
more and celebrate what
is and always
will be.

1 comment:

Heather said...

gorgeous gorgeous gorgeous