Change

Time spins up sad shadows That slide across the bare floor Moving like visible tides Of light and dark; Anxiety builds a worried wall Higher in our minds Were such pace permitted.

Bring back the way it was We ask the solemn scribe Grab on and hold it still; Letting go too fearful Lost well-worn comfort Dies in circles past.

Our inner clock sets the pace With small sighing sounds To mark the quiet loss; Irony a newfound friend Walking side by side On well-worn surfaces swept By sudden western winds.

Change comes only To those who live Absence never adds to one We believe we are ghosts Once we are gone; Yet truth abides our secret fears Some changes once thought nil Come again in dusty dawn.