Pale Sunrise...

Took to trail
in the morning light pale
to catch the glimmer of hope
as she rose in the east...
and the least of my worries
are most on my mind,
the flood of memories,
words soft and kind
and do you ever wonder
if what you left behind
remains as in your mind?
what matter the years?
it was the time we held dear
as we trembled in fear
at the prospect of age...
and the rage at the machine
the held us in between
caught between nothingness and eternity
and bound by our own uncertainties
to make foolish moves
in a sad pas de deux
the remembering of what was
and what always shall be...
             04-06-10