behind the mirror –

your – unafraid –

encouraged my – inability.

as years of hiding in the dark

left me,

weak,

incapable…

how arduous,

this task.

reflecting;

not fondly on the journey.

rather,

as the surface of a most placid sea –

showing merely the reflection

of what

you expect to see…

i suppose –

each span of time should be held with equal consideration.

what authority –

do we own –

allows discrimination of day,

of hour,

even moment of life?

at what point do we realize the blessing,

rather than lament the supposition of – (perceived) oppression?

birds fly and we envy their freedom.

the sun shines and we contemplate the suggestion of clouds.

we fill ourselves –

involuntarily –

with living,

yet commiserate with the eventuality of our demise.

indifference –

we wear,

as if it were our shield.

unaware.

ignorant of the possibility –

the only war –

waged willingly upon the plain of our inconsideration…

today i walked through fields of used to be acquaintance. 

and while the road was still familiar, 

the landscape –

i no longer recognized. 

well-worn paths traveled in different seasons,

now unaware of anything passing – 

other than time. 

in place of meadows bursting green with gift of life –

only silent wind-blown fields,

holding fading memories of being alive. 

and  where once i found the gate to paradise, 

now only broken remnants of speculation… 

you seem surprised. 

no absolution sought for act of disconnection? 

no predetermined propaganda – 

distortion of the truth? 

funny how choosing the longer route home 

is met with such opposition. 

perhaps your logic can enlighten me?

the distance – 

you say – 

provokes the heart to grow fonder. 

if so, 

why nearly silent the sound of mine – 

barely beating?”