Spark

What life could spark the endless dreams?
And smile for the floating hope
That strip bare the aging man
Who fought for remembrance?

To be more than speck or dust
Washed away by the sea
So torrent and hateful
How carelessly it fills this soul
Worn but roads in fear, traveled
The man would lay in them
Wasting his end
With dreams of youth inside his head

Does this dream fade?
Forgotten for who we were
A named stone
With rotting corpse beneath
Marking where we lay

Reviews

[Ben]

Hmm... Very good Jordan. It's perfect. Thanks for sharing it!