135. The Fortunate End

Oh my darling cry thee not,

When in the murky waters lie,

‘Mersed deep and sought…,

Smothered ‘neath the open-sky,

Over my corpse weep not.

Oh my darling mourn thee not,

For natures’ course has finally met,

The fortune of the long unwrought,

For many suns and moons have set,

With dirty-hands, which hard have fought!

K. Aldaya, 4/19/05

Picture: A fashion photograph taken at Weeki Wachee Spring, by Toni Frissell, first published in Harper’s Bazaar (December 1947); http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Weeki_Wachee_Springs#/media/File:Weeki_Wachee_spring_10079u.jpg

26. Time

Life then death, that’s how it goes.

Time slips by and no one knows,

How to slow it.

How to pause it.

How to stop it.

Life ticks away with every breath and second.

Listen and you’ll hear it’s rhythm and beckon.

Tick-tock. Tick-tock it goes.

Going, going, going…it goes.

The sands of the hourglass fall swiftly down,

Down, down,

And thus so do we down into the ground.

Time keeps on going forever and more,

Bringing us stranded on death’s open shore.

Life then death. That’s how it goes.

Listen to the sound that no one knows,

How to slow.

How to pause.

How to stop.

Tick-tock. Tick-tock it goes.

How to stop it? No one knows.

So it goes, goes, goes, goes.

Goes, goes, goes.

K. Aldaya, 8/19/02

Picture: Photographer Unknown; http://ak0.picdn.net/shutterstock/videos/1877860/preview/stock-footage-extreme-close-up-sands-move-through-hour-glass.jpg

14. Now: Inevitability

Now is all anybody has.

Each moment changes irreversibly,

Leaving us with: “What’s meant to be”.

Time can’t stop nor be rewound.

There are no retakes to be had

The end result: someday…sad.

Now is all that we have.

There is spirit and life that dies,

Leaving us with too many goodbyes.

K. Aldaya, 6/18/03

Picture: Photographer Unknown; http://theexperiencejunkie.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/clock.jpg