CALM Publishing

BEAUTIFUL ABANDON

 

The idea of an ending drifts on

Less certain the closer you get

The big notions of success fade.

You lived wisely, set up your accounts

Months roll on

Familiar habits and places re-appear

Stars illuminate a desolate sky

A vivid imagination works overtime

As though we could live forever

If we could just form the vision.

But what would I look like

And who would be there to see?

         Perhaps a fashionable man

         Wealthy and calm

         Seeking no applause or acclaim.

         Willing to watch the world spin

         Without expecting to tumble

         At peace with evolution, society and fate.

One of us alone

The other transcendent –

A polar opposite

While the human form goes on

Trading its sensational thrills

For the desire for an ending.

Refusing to give in to the call.

No endless prayers for salvation –

Just accepting the sense of isolation

As a price for each breath.

         Wondering about the air she breathes. –

         Is it scented with pine and sea air?

         Does she still sing

         With such beautiful abandon?                                         230729.1