~temporary Fix~ Poem by Sinnaminsun Sinnaminsun

Whispers....
might be good or bad
Either way,
we never know for sure
As whispers
always fall just short,
of earshot.

Light viewed dim or fading
as day escapes through night,
Might be calming, foreboding or brewing
As candles glowing, burning, melting
symbolize hope, time or just a mess.

It's all how you view it.

Look at something held dear,
personal, meaningful
Only to someday discard it.
Temporariness comes and goes
with the birth and death
of each day.

So question everything....

What is loved,
what is love?
What is loss,
is it pain?
What if lost,
can't be gained?
What is it all....

Questions breed more,
leaving pointed answers
Toward the next
escape,
vacation,
reason,
excuse,
For everything
temporary.

5-20-08