Another one gone.
Another three songs
poisoned by emotional association.
It's a strange wave that breaks when they shoulder that box.
Raw, real and final.
The ritual is primal.
Elegies and eulogies hang
as a forlorn fog, a longing
we would call nostalgia
if it weren't so immediate.
So overwhelming.
Counting down the days and ways that I have missed you.
The moments that we haven't shared.
The times I know that I was scared
but to others it looked like anger.
To others it looked like idiocy,
like flippant avoidance of serious thought.
The objects and experiences I bought
after you bought the farm.
It took years
and it's only now,
drowning in the hourglass
that I realise how much time has passed.
And how much
I have left.
Another one gone!
Brothers left without brothers
and mother's with hands so wrung
they become the bell that tolls for grief.
Rare and not so rare
their share of hard won wisdom
is gone.
Vanished. Lost.
And what a loss it is,
The lessons they shared with us
lessen the din of
disharmonious hum into
sympathetic resonance.
This year is brought to you by the word Marvellous.
The more I use it the truer this becomes.
It's funny the way things go, sometimes
it feels the rain will never end.
And yet the brief kisses of sunshine leave ghosts of sensations
you can almost taste.
It's marvellous.
And so it is! Despite the rain,
despite the Teran's rage,
despite the pain of losing another of us,
we're choosing to be just as much of us
and keep our humour high.
The days fly by, unfettered,
ever bettered
by the promises of flowers planted
in the hours nothing was granted
gracefully, but striven after,
relentlessly.
