While traveling I meditated on the universal nature of loss, the brevity of life, and our relative insignificance within the universe.
I wrote a poem, and I'm diligently working away, setting it to music....
Our past is full of daggers,
it ain't wise to keep it close.
If we kick up our inner embers,
that fire better for light.
How big is your sky?
Can you cradle it in your eye?
Can you seek your peaks and valleys
With a smile deep inside?
Time can make anything crumble,
There are lights we can only see in the dark.
Even the mountains were young once,
Only a fraction of what was still is.
I was drawn to the darkness,
in spite of myself.
Don't touch it,
clouds burst into harder things.
For nothing cleaves a mountain's sides,
Like time and sky's watery eyes,
There may be more existence,
Then we will ever find.
Thanks for letting me share. I'll write again soon :)