Moments passed
Cannot come again
They are not
To be repeated
But maturity
Matters more
Than moments muted
In memory
Moving on
And making strides
Suggests the success
We’re all supposedly
Seeking.
Moments passed
Cannot come again
They are not
To be repeated
But maturity
Matters more
Than moments muted
In memory
Moving on
And making strides
Suggests the success
We’re all supposedly
Seeking.
Some times
Seems closer
Than others,
Some days
Nearer to me
Than not,
Some seconds
I still believe
In beauty
But you must
Also believe
In the possibility
There of
And what it
Dare might mean
To your perfect and
Pretty life.
What does beauty
Demand of you?
Miles and lives
And millions of sighs from now,
All that matters is this—
And what you made of it.
Forgiveness
Does not come with a price,
Nor grace
With a balance due.
Love
Is not conditional
Upon my ability to meet your standards
And understanding
Does not demand an explanation.
Show me forgiveness
Free of charge,
Grace
Uncounted,
Love
No matter what,
Understanding
Unquestioned,
And I will show you
Faith.
There is a certain sobriety
Economy
To life
That keeps you from becoming overly disappointed
Emotional,
Distraught
Which comes with age,
A little wisdom,
Experience
Or maybe it’s the drugs.
In verdant fields,
Sapphire sky
We go walking
My friend and I
And never once
Did we stop to consider
Our own end
Silly, then
To think of such things
Besides —
We’ll see each other again.
—for Jeff, in memory of our friend, Emmett Stallings (1979-2011)