A Vast Undying Sea

For Leslie Dingler.

 

I know it seems like only yesterday

  That we were drying our seeds;

And now it feels like we may

  Be the last of a dying breed...

 

The last of a dying breed,

  Amid a vast, undying sea.

Once a myriad of souls to seed,

  Now scattered hither-to-tither and into anonymity.

***

 

And I,

  A last-generation “echo” in his prime,

Now I,

  Wonder if the New Millennium still is mine.

 

Well, I admit,

  Something seems lost or forgotten in time.

And the world had begun to change,

  Even before I opened my eyes.

***

 

I know it's hard to look back now,

  Without tearing up or falling apart.

I go to look back on how?

  And it causes a sinking feeling in my heart.

 

Cast your memory back and try to see;

  And maybe you can explain it all to me.

Tell me, when did we trade everything we

  Have become for everything we once wanted to be?

Reviews

[light and ashes]

This is really great baby. I can hear the little meadow calling out to the big meadow.

[Wesley Dingler]

I'm glad you liked it my love. I actually call out to my brother in a few of my poems; they're just subtle--unlike this one.

[light and ashes]

Oh ok, I see. 😘