Never Too Far GoneA Poem by DukesrunnerForesight, The tale of to become But lacked, What never will. The song of summer played out in snow, And the soft fall of autumn A muted death silences the spring. The lover’s ring not seated, If the first steps not taken, But by mind and matter, Stepping into dead air, Is the dread-fear. That blindsight, It ruins what could become. Love lost Blood shed. All of hearts: Bled out across the snow, Fallen by spring. But eyes reopened, Can catch the falling, Stead the bleeding. And sense sharpened, Would relive the feeling, Stay the pain brought in fire, With fall of winter’s frost. Too far gone, Not so. In it, the race never lost, Death can still be stemmed, Until the end, Long far gone… Unless the spring dies Again. © 2010 DukesrunnerAuthor's Note
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