Life's Veritable Heirloom

The old, weathered minds

watch the young hearts

die

unlit and passionless -

small babes cry tears

seasoned

by over-moroseness and inner salt lakes -

salt lake beds bleeding into youthful

rolling streams carving faithful deltas

on psyches and snap-dragon skins.

While pulling back to throw your

stones,

view the meager handfuls of

dirt

thrown on your autumnal

silken bed -

remember that as you judge

so too will you be judged -

not with what you have done

or earned -

but with the inner coil strength

of your potential

maleficent being.

Lament and lacrimosa,

requiem for not what was

but for the what could

have been.

Death, acting as time's

greatest traitor -

defiler of the oceans of

innocence within the eyes

of our young -

the silence of the bell-snuff

against the low-orange

flame of the

autumnal.

Quiet & contemplative & absent -

death and life -

boisterous & rambunctious & present -

old and young -

yesterday & tomorrow.