in the Meantime, 'Til it's Over

Spring sprang in suddenly

like a golden flash

on a galloping white horse

she lit up the grey of cloudy darkness

and made it run away 

like a flock of frightened crows

spring came in dazzlingly bright 

with gold rays of silver 

reflecting off a million leaves

of equinox green's march

the man turned to see amazed 

and forgot all about all 

his acquaintances that had died

some said, "passed on,"

she lit up the grey of cloudy darkness

and made it run away 

the man forgot about 

those he had met long ago

those who were gone, 

the ones who were dead

and he thought about the ones 

he loved for ages

the ones more than acquaintances

the ones who had breathed with his own lungs, 

who had lived with him a love that could not die,

but they did, these were gone,

they were dead

pulverized bone and rotted flesh

for a longer moment,

the human marveled at the blazing light 

of spring on her gold white horse

and lost himself again, into the grey

as he recalled those that said,

"let's s build for tomorrow, 

here, don't just stand there and think,

lend a hand!"

the man recalled,

lost himself again,

into the grey the ones he loved 

with a love that could not die

the ones he could still remember

whose faces, laughter and smiles

dispersed with no atoms' trace

only memories left, made of particles tinier

than muons and smaller still 

than those collided into other dimensions

the man shunned, recoiled and disdained 

the condescension of spring's crooning chirps

"the best is yet to come - golden years

nearby at hand, hold fast in your hand, 

the world awaits, your dreams' command,"

the man settled in, back to the task at hand

he ripped a baseboard out of its age old hold

for three fourths century it had clung fast

its assigned plight in the man's house

baseboard and nails had served their function 

for all times past to presently

concealing behind all manner of corruption 

speckled blemished tarnished paint,

from webs to dust, from dust to bugs

from ashes to splinters and ashes again,

he grabbed more leverage grip and ripped away

slowly pulling it all away,

he groaned an everlasting groan, 

a mental gasp, exhaled 

the very essence of the vain, uttered; 

"where have all my loved ones gone?"