The Falls of Time
I know this day is new,
It carries with it some very old feelings.
These should have been sifted,
Still, they accompany the eastern sky.
These emotions have a subtle yet grinding presence-
If that is at all possible.
The past is beyond reach,
It has descended the waterfall of time...
Yet the residual affects of the past
As if driftwood, snarl at the falls edge.
One tries to reach these, it seems dangerous,
As if they must remain...
Unsettling,invasive,troubling emotions;
They have survived the falls of the past.
They rise with the eastern sun.
I know it is I who has harbored them,
Maybe in some way they are me...
© Joseph James
2/21/13
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