Why…?

Why is not a word, but an emotion wrought of the soul.

Dreams were once real; yet now they seem dead and cold.

Sleep which once was sweet now hides in shadows dark place.

And I in this unbearable silence seek only to see once again your face.

I sit and I listen and I hear an old song run through memories sight.

“You can look up in the sky and see the stars and never see the light”

I fast forward this song through the growing and sighing ages.

I realize too late how much time on little things that I wasted.

I can’t go back; I cannot unlock the door for I can no longer the future see.

So again I sit and listen as rewind falls hapless off of my minds broken shelf.

And I hear…” So often we live our lives in chains and never even know we have the key.

WHY?

J. Allen Wilson © 10/08/2008