Vanitas vanitatum, omnia vanitas

A Poem by Dave W.

Vanity of vanities all is vanity

I want release from the past's grip on my heart.

I want to be loosed from longing for things that are no longer mine.

Fragments of memory’s echoes slip through my fingers,
shadows and ghosts are all that linger now.

Those beautiful friendships and loves alike, moments visited so real and tangible, now vaporous and vanished.

I walk my mind's cemetery, each headstone a part of me,
it's good to honor the dead, but this is not a place of habitation,
this is not a home for me.

Free me of this insatiable desire, longings' reverie.
A desire of what was, A desire of what will never be.

I hear a siren's call that becons for better days,
simpler times as seen through rose tinted eyes,
surely all was happier times than these.