Forever is a lonely place...

                    Staring wide-eyed and frozen into the dark,
                       Silent, and lost. Too easy to be lost in this vastness. Entirely

alone.

                                 Above the cold stars shine remote, unknowing -
      a bitter companionship through times uncounted and uncountable,
                       Twisting backwards into memories too far, far too far,
                                         dug deep into the darkness.

                          Watching wide-eyed as years drip into the dust.
     Death drops in moments - in seconds - in years - in centuries -
                                      dissolving into silence
                                  staring hopeless helpless into the void...

The inevitable inherent loneliness of being human.

Somewhere.

                                                                 A gentle, subtle pull....

             Shining, flickering in the darkness - sparking life in the void -
'catch me if you can' - can you really tame a nova?

Punishment was my first thought.

                          *...exile arrogance to the outlands...*

I wouldn't blame them.

And what of those who aren't forever?

To watch death drip slowly, a long quiet slide
            down the cycle of the years from knowledge into silence, unseen and unknown, times
lost in the tiny and pointless minutiae of 'making do'...

How many stars lost in an impermanent void?

             Friends fade as the decades pass, their memory a soft, sweet ache in the night.
   Their love precious, warm, firing the days
with splendour too soon to fade, no matter how strong the longing to hold fast and halt the sliding into the past...
      Tears fall for what has gone - and for what is to come too soon to
             become what has gone...

Too often I have mourned.
There should be a limit to grieving.

                          Lovers too -
             the highs and lows of ecstasy and despair muted, lulled to sleep
             in the overarching emptiness.
         Companionship is precious - love is a bonus unlooked for, but to be treasured. Someone to share
            the long journey home...

             Dancing unseen.
             Once there was music. Now there is silence.

                          The beautiful irony of it!
These words on the most ephemeral of media might move me to tears,
                          but few will read them, and of those few,
                          how few will understand,
                          and weep in their turn!

And that is human.
And I am not.

                                       Maybe it is all undone. Maybe I can't go home.

Then am I lost for all time. And
.... forever is a lonely place -

                          Staring wide-eyed and frozen into the dark,
                          Silent, and lost. Easy to be lost in this vastness, entirely alone.

                                       Above the cold stars shine remote, unknowing -
                                                    a bitter companionship through times
             uncounted and uncountable,
                 Twisting backwards into memories too far, far too far for knowing,
                                                                 dug deep into the darkness.

                                       Watching wide-eyed as years sink into the dust.
             Death drops in seconds - in years - in centuries - in millennia -
                                       dissolving into silence
                                       staring hopeless helpless into the void...

The awful loneliness of being human.

                                                                 A gentle, subtle pull....

             Shining, flickering in the darkness - sparking life in the void - can you really tame a nova?

Punishment was my first thought.

                          *...exile arrogance to the outlands...*

I wouldn't blame them.

And what of those who aren't forever?

To watch death drip slowly, a long quiet slide down the cycle of the years from knowledge to ignorance, unseen and unknown, times lost in the tiny and pointless minutiae of 'making do'...

How many stars lost in an impermanent void?

Friends fade as the decades pass, their memory a soft, sweet ache in the night.
             Their love so precious, so warm, firing the days with splendour so soon to fade, no matter how strong the longing to hold fast and halt the sliding into the past...

Too often I have mourned.
There should be a limit to grieving.

                          Lovers too -
             the highs and lows of ecstasy and despair muted, lulled to sleep in the overarching emptiness.
         Companionship is precious - love is a bonus unlooked for, but to be treasured. Someone to share the long journey home...

             Dancing unseen.
             Once there was music. Now there is silence.

                          The beautiful irony of it!
These words on the most ephemeral of media might move me to tears,
                          but few will read them, and of those few,
                          so few will understand....

And that is human.
And I am not.

                                       Maybe it is all undone. Maybe I can never go home.

Then am I lost for all time. And forever is a very lonely place...

                          Staring wide-eyed and sightless into the dark,
                          Silent, and lost. Too easy to be lost in this vastness. Entirely alone.

                                       Above the cold stars shine.
                                                    Bitter companions through times uncounted and uncountable,
                                       Twisting backwards into memories too far, far too far,
                                                                 dug deep into the darkness.

                                       Wide-eyed as years drip into the dust,
                                       Death drips silently into the void,
                                       dissolving into silence
                                       staring hopeless helpless into the dark...

Inevitable, inherent loneliness of being.
Somewhere....

                                                                 A gentle, subtle pull....

             Shining, flickering in the darkness - sparking life in the void...

Punishment was my first thought,

                          and I wouldn't blame them.

But what of those who aren't forever?

To watch death, watch the long slow quiet slide down the cycle of the years, unseen and unknown, times lost in the tiny and pointless minutiae of being here...

                          Friends fade as the decades pass, their memory a soft, sweet ache in the night.
             Their love precious, firing the days with splendour far too soon to fade, no matter how strong the desire to hold fast and halt the sliding into the past...
             Tears fall for what has gone - and for what is to come too soon to become what has gone...

Too often I have grieved.

                          Lovers -
             the highs and lows of ecstasy and despair muted, lulled to sleep in the echoing emptiness.
         Companionship so precious - love a bonus unlooked for, but to be cherished. Someone to share the long journey home...

             Dancing....
             Once there was music....

                          The beautiful irony of it!

......That is human.
And I - I am not.

                                       And maybe I can't go home.

Then am I lost for all time. And

.... forever is a very lonely place...
                          Staring wide-eyed and frozen into the dark,
         Silent, and lost. Too easy to be lost in this vastness. Entirely alone.

                                       Above the cold stars shine remote, unknowing -
                                                    a bitter companionship through times uncounted and uncountable,
                                       Twisting backwards into memories too far, far too far,
                                                                 dug deep into the darkness.

                                       Watching wide-eyed as years drip into the dust.
Death drops in moments - in seconds - in years - in centuries -
                                       dissolving into silence
                                       staring hopeless helpless into the void...

The inevitable inherent loneliness of being human.
Somewhere.

                                                                 A gentle, subtle pull....

             Shining, flickering in the darkness - sparking life in the void - 'catch me if you can' - could you really tame a nova?

Punishment was my first thought.

                          *...exile arrogance to the outlands...*

I wouldn't blame them.

And what of those who aren't forever?

To watch death drip slowly, long quiet slide down the cycle of the years from knowledge to silence, unseen and unknown, times lost in the tiny and pointless minutiae of 'making do'...

How many stars lost in an impermanent void?

                          Friends fade as the decades pass, their memory a soft, sweet ache in the night.
             Their love precious, warm, firing the days with splendour too soon to fade, no matter how strong the longing to hold fast and halt the sliding into the past...
             Tears fall for what has gone - and for what is to come too soon to become what has gone...

Too often I have died.
There should be a limit to grieving.

                          Lovers too -
             the highs and lows of ecstasy and despair muted, lulled to sleep in the overarching emptiness.
         Companionship is precious - love is a bonus unlooked for, but to be treasured. Someone to share the long journey home...

             Dancing unseen.
             Once there was music. Now there is silence.

                          The beautiful irony of it!
                          These words on the most ephemeral of media might move me to tears,
                          but few will read them, and of those few,
                          how few will understand,
                          and weep in their turn!

And that is human.
And I am not.

                                       Maybe it is all undone. Maybe I can't go home.

Then am I lost for all time. And
...Do you understand yet....?

© 2000 Joules Taylor