Time is a mirror

Time is a mirror
Reflecting past and future
Testing, testing what we know

Days are a river
Running, fore and after
Moving, moving with the flow

Today’s another day
Tomorrow will have things to say
The future’s going to happen
Anyway

Nights will last forever
On the edge of never
Depths of silence reclaim what we owe

Today’s another day
Tomorrow will have things to say
The future’s going to happen
Anyway

 

Time is a mirror

The Silences

It’s the silences that get to me
The empty spaces in between
The otherwise continuous stream
Of noisy, gung-ho positivity
And unveiled anger, bordering on
The vitriolic

Its the silences that show
The hollow truth behind what we know
To be no more than a protective facade
In this dialectic war, any words
Will serve as ammunition

But then we falter, attempted misdirection,
Distraction, ultimately unsatisfying descents
Into whatabouttery lead only to a realisation
That the barrel is empty, the battle is lost…

…At least, this time, as we emerge
Once again forthrightly on the front foot
Confident of a position that can once again
Ignore, avoid the distraction of either facts
Or purpose.

The Silences

Afterthoughts

And so I’m dead.
By now I’ll know
If after-life has aught to show
Or whether it is nothing more
Than biochemical remains
That you’re consigning down below.

Yes, I’m dead, that’s doubtless true
But nothing else has gone from view
No other lives turned on their heads
Not here, at least.
Which matters more than who’s deceased.

In life I had one goal, to fill it…
Actually, two, if I could will it
Fulfil the many things I could
While being with the ones I loved.

Which all along, was my endeavour.
So never think I didn’t once
Appreciate the smallest moment
Spent alone or with another.
There’s so much that we could have covered
Had I not shuffled from this place…

…I’m dead. But:

The time we had, it was enough
Heady and inspiring stuff, but
Infinitesimally probable
Consequences of events
From Big Bang to birth’s miracle
Godly or godless, heaven-sent.

So could I feel, and if I had
The wherewithal to reveal
A single thought
It would be naught but gratitude
To this, to you
That have imbued
My life as-was.

And if you could, perhaps you ought
Remember that your time is short
Be bold, fear nothing but the thought
That life, a gift that comes by chance
Is only ever given once.

Afterthoughts

Here it comes

Here it comes:
The unexpected
Burst of inspiration
Ideas tumble in, tumbling
Like waves crashing
On familiar shores
You drown in sheer joy
Of understanding

Here it comes:
The unexpected
Moment of destruction
Cold circumstances bring
Reality collapsing
Your house of cards
You feel the crushing weight
Of understanding

Here it comes:
The unexpected
Point of revelation
Randomly preserved
Memorised connections
Showing, not telling
The unexpected clarity
Of understanding

Here it comes