Vanishing Luster

hangs the moon in the big velvet sky

for the mist has obscured the view 

when the tolls rings… what is there to do

the sand glitters as it runs through the hourglass of time

grounding with toes and fingers

letting go, saying goodbye gracefully

Advance the the pale and the wake

Another coat of paint drips and dries

In the last days how will you spend your time

when doom is decreed 

when what remains is  reflection

grounding with toes and fingers

anchor to the truth

escape with the senses

we saw no need of implusivity

methodical, calculated

before this we saw no necessity 

yet today time has a vanished luster

the notion of primum mobile ever obtruded itself

either temporal or eternal 

that concentric sphere of those around us 

grounding again with your fingers and toes

guiding, releasing fear itself 

searching through it’s persistent memories

of what was undone and what was unsaid

for the vanishing luster hangs before us all

no one is promised tomorrow only today

closed your eyes… and listen to guided imagery

so that shroud of may cover you 

grounding again with your fingers and toes

breathing until it’s your last 

allowing the back story to not be important

attonement and peace

it’s not so complicated it is our fate

to steward the time of the melting clock

let’s journey together to unclassified