So many paths.

To reach me.

A lifetime, ...

Spring will come again.

Flowers blooming.

Sunny skies. ...

Yesterday’s flames,

Continue to warm.

Today’s ashes, ...

On the surface.

Floating.

Surrounded, ...

It’s hazy today.

And you still look beautiful.

Don’t let your leaves fall. ...

Would I understand,

And embrace,

Emotions hard to see, ...

Expressionless and grey.

Hard as rock.

Without a smile, ...

He loved when roosters,

Sang at sunrise.

The memory of his smile, ...

Life’s imprints,

Smeared everywhere.

Holes, ...

Gliding along unfelt,

Like blood through veins.

Turbulence, ...

Looking up,

I see darkness, and

Hardness. ...

The core is dark.

Decay has begun.

Still, ...

Sometimes it burns inside,

But I can’t feel.

A part well known. ...

Surrounded,

By hardness.

Trying to find,...

He’s flying with them now.

Looking down,

Smiling at the journey, ...

Sometimes,

The world looks plentiful.

Abundance, ...

Soon it’ll be like this.

Empty.

Frozen. ...

Pieces of a whole,

Placed together,

Seamlessly. ...

Look at me.

Strong, solid, intact.

You have nothing about you. ...

Autumn.

Time to harvest.

When the sun’s still out. ...