The Loss of what is not there
13 September 2015
If I could appeal
To beat of your bleeding Heart
I see withering
If I could go back
Halt now shift within your heart
I see unfolding
If I could stop it
The day you will choose reason
I see oncoming
I would move time’s space
Within that fraction of mind
When intent went wrong
Alas I watch it
The Loss of what is not there
Awaiting future
When cycle is spent
Time will then fold on itself
So past comes undone
With Knowledge of Loss
You will transcend the intent
Rephrasing the past
Thus I say this much
Perhaps that you will look too
Saves us the heartache
