A Meager Entry

Again left
Vaguely bereft
Hidden in the cleft
A longing
To flow into symmetry

The sky beats down
Green Towers
That loom above
Hearts that beat
And lives that are led

Its a far better thing I do
Its a far better death I die

Romantic cliche becomes reminiscent
Of tandem moments never held
From such great heights

The dull hum of a soundtrack
Propel into the distance
Lost vantage points
Littering the highway with pages from a screenplay
Dancing in the air
Along with that beloved plastic bag

He's got the whole world in His hands
Shouldn't that always be enough

A signing off of sorts
Attempt of momentous proportion
Leaves with statement

Time will move on
It will never be stopped
Change will happen
Inevitability wrapped in uncertainty

Here's to the summer