Things like this makes you stop in your track,
and take note of things seemly lack.
While pain-filled it passes slowly by,
no longer feeling so sly.
Life's one hard hitting pound,
this time around.
But now the eyes seem open to so much more,
things that can't be so easy to ignore.
Yet, my field seems further away,
in the passing of each treasurable day.
While only the cool coming winter's touch,
can bring back so much.
And again,
struggling with something more to mend,
I find myself with new pictures and dreams,
not all so wonderous as once they could seem.
But I'm not beaten back, not completed.
I know there is much now my heart does lack, depleted.
But a breath of the ordinary
rings firmly within my dreams of sunsets.
And a whisper of a new time coming
breathes heavily down my neck.
