Sunday, August 24, 2014

What Cannot Be Forgotten

By Mark Bishop

Somewhere between the hands
The roads
The calendar pages
The slippery grains which count the ages
I find

That the yawning, lanky yellow line
Stretched across this ribbon of time
Tough a friend more loyal than breath
Makes not a mark upon my thought

Instead my mind holds to this:
That once every star sang of heaven
Once I bathed in the ocean's waves
Once I wept in the rain, in the bitter cold
That once we laughed, embraced and said farewell

Oh more precious than a thousand more dashes on the pavement are these to me
Though dashing suns shut the door you see
When I wring this life
When I pour out my memories I do not find a steady stream
Only drops
Only moments

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