Time Packed His Bags

Peaceful reflections on waters and memories rushed by

Dragonflies danced on the swaying tips of goldenrod

Hoped and begged for just one moment more,

but Time had packed his bags and was about to board his flight

Now, all that was left were thunder clouds

made of Chinese characters and striking lightning crafted of broken glass

Things just don’t last forever

The earth’s plates scrape each other only to result in quakes and ruptures

all on the table that was made for two

Unforgotten feels her numb limbs

as they awake from being too still and asleep

Tingling fingers page through the photos

of strange heart’s recollections

They knew no better than to devote most and restrain little

Black beads burst on the soft earth like hail

The crying ground moans in last attempt,

final chance at reconciliation

Sopping, soaking, tender ground relinquishes

at last, to eating the black darts,

and swallowing them down, deep into its core