Rings challenge a forgotten voice. Water stands
and cries upon the silent forgotten past.
A tired moment. A second of fortunes.
And a whisper of tomorrow of waking.
Waking upon the street, upon the sudden
forgotten moments of another tomorrow. I
was once forever shall be nothing,
but another apology for a missed second.
A dream, a wish, a tear. What is too much when the season rises
beyond the reach of the golden of the golden and then.
Through the tired eyes of disbelief. One man. One man
stood for everything. Stood. Believed. Became.
What is the balance of a tree. What is the secret of a heartbeat.
The meaning of a tear. The reason for no reason at all.
September 