Where has it gone? The time, concern, love, patience and caring. My eyes are heavy with heat and with ire.
As in a dream, I impale our history upon the front of my memory. And as in a dream, we are in a different place and time. The clouds of time have swept themselves upon the firmness of my footing and pull my weight to one side.
I peer into my surroundings as an outsider or as a visitor. As I cross the threshold of my adopted home, I pause to question my path.
My past races to me and pushes the loved ones away from my beating pulse. When I am alone, I am lonely to the core. I can weep with out shame and curse without consequence. I am safe… safe from the rejections of my companions.
The blaze of the Sun will rise and fall according to its plan… and I will search for my horizons.
I dare not wish for control over the sleeping mind… for the clouds that once swept my feet from under me, may return on their own and steady my pace once again.
Shannon R Killman
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