Passion Forgotten

Just like the sun rises

Over the east

And the ticking clock,

So shall bodies wither

And souls burn out

To form new stars.

With youth in passion,

And youth who forgot,

The colors vibrant

And shadows dark,

Become dust in time

And spirits’ whispers.

For great minds long gone

But etched on the world

And faces that look

Through pools of water,

The candle’s burned out

But smoke rises forever.

© Antonio Beardall