Now can you imagine writing your final chapter? When epitaphic thoughts came out of nowhere... Written by a black sheep before the final dawn...A personal battle with writing and generally life's journey ...
A Poem by Harlon Rivers
Did you always believe time would go on forever?
Spending it like endless fool's gold
There would always be enough time for rewrites
To go back and edit what and where life went wrong
Now you can imagine writing your final chapter...
Did you ever imagine you’d ever write that final closing song?
After epitaphic thoughts came out of nowhere
Leaving the feeling of being a black sheep left out of the fold
Here and now silent reflections are written
Is it really darkest before the dawn?
In the final hour will the truth finally be exposed?
Exhaling ultimate peace as the last words spoken
Fall onto the paper with the amazing grace of an eternal song
Fall onto the paper with the amazing grace of an eternal song
At the end of the day did the flow really matter?
Was it hard to find that final everlasting phrase?
All of a sudden did you realize?
It was only a fleeting fantasy moment from the circle of life
Before the final setting sun
Before the final setting sun
In the end do you still feel insignificant?
Did you receive the understanding you felt you deserved?
As your words fell short of expressing unexplainable truth
Did the words move mystic mountains?
Or only a vision in your rear-view mirror?
Or only a vision in your rear-view mirror?
Had you already vanished
But your soul just wouldn't let you go?
But your soul just wouldn't let you go?
Stop trying to see a mirage
Just walk away from an ambiguous dream
Just walk away from an ambiguous dream
Understanding the many missed moments
Is a vague yet daunting task
Countless attempts to find understanding
Is a vague yet daunting task
Countless attempts to find understanding
Fading hope finally ended the day
There was a conscious moment; it all seemed so crystal-clear
"Definite" was only an illusion of ego’s mind made words
A time when it felt like that long awaited bell was ringing~
When finally belonging somewhere was heard
Life's ebb and flow marks the tides of change
The ocean's mirror reflects the slack tide
The vast sea's flood of currents pause ...
The vast sea's flood of currents pause ...
Reality in motion flows in new directions,
Now that a full circle ends to begin again
Into the light at the end of the journey
Into the dark night at the end of the day
Will the last breathe of the lonely writer ever be remembered?
When the curtain falls on the last act of the final play…
© 2012 Harlon Rivers
