Trajectory Poem by Paul Reed
Trajectory
I trace the glory, darkly seen
Through a glass, so tightly held
Like a tree with no leaves of green
And waiting to be felled;
Our trajectory, blazed across the sky
The path of our lives lit up the black
Now it just makes me cry
To think - we can never get it back;
For it is all in the past
And all is lost somehow
Nothing is ever made to last
What was then, cannot be now.
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