Leaves are falling to the earth
Twist and turn
Float and fall
A wall of falling fire and gold
remind you that you’re getting old
What did you leave for us?
In the tablaeu of our lives
Wake and work
Sleep and wake
Could we be graceful like the leaves?
They fall to earth, She falls to knees
What did you leave for us?
She crumbled in our ignorance
Are there none that we can trust?
We’ve decended into dissonance
What have you left for us?
What have you left for us?
You always go for the sadness at the end. Not that it is a bad thing. I loved this one… Although the getting old line stung just a little.
As a blog I read yesterday pointed, just remember there is not darkness without light 🙂 And I say it can be reversed to light can’t exist without dark, so as they are co-existent, there is nothing inheritedly bad about sadness, or even the word bad itself.
I agree totally. There is no art without darkness and alight.
There is not much of anything without darkness or light. Maybe that’s why a bit of both always makes it into my writing.