Forgotten

At the point

when my being

stopped to look

at who I was

something held me

back from where

I was to be

and there you had it

right where you wanted

this to be

tied to a tree

too impatient to see

what it felt like

being free.

But now’s the time

to take our chance

and learn the dance

of a different tune

One that moves

down the path

choreographed

by circumstance.

Your beauty

it sits in stillness

with an echo

that bounces around

throughout my mind

where it shall stay

until the end of time.

For today,

tomorrow,

and yesterday too

we all stand tall

and watch it all fall

back into a place

where it will always shine

in the void

of a forgotten time.

BeLove © 2017

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