Ourselves, But Once

Words what I writ. A slice of my thoughts and musings on the things in our lives. The things that make our lives.

Words they come and words they go

These thoughts they keep me from those below

To stem the tide, to keep, to check

Of baser life, empty and bleak

Through ink that flows and pages that turn

Stories and worlds both fictitious and true

Songs, tales, fables and legends

These fill our time and give us ourselves

Free to learn, explore, delve

Find the face of the sun but once

A day enriched is this

For cloud and breeze, rain and sleet

These are things that make men weep

Yet without, is none, just pale and sore

Lifeless and grey, eternal night

With the bad we take the good

Sun and light, stars with moon

These things, make a heart beat

Across years I start and stumble

From one to another and start again

Yet some remain so strong and stable

And call me back to who I am

To these I cling and hold so dear

To stave from any parting

So in some ways I do stay still

My own reflection, as ever unchanging

To lie so still, ever reflecting

Author's Note

Discuss.