Your pictures are lovely
Of course.
And I am a fool
To browse them
For they are a reminder of time and space
A tempting target
To enter imagined
Threads that could have been
Should have been, might have been:
Wishes and wants, connecting us.
They are threads at best.
Nothing more.
And still I have the power to tell you, hello.
An atom is made mostly of nothing at all.
And therefore, so am I.
And still, I say hello.
To you.
A fantasy.
But time will destroy all things in space.
And my dreams, of you, too.
But then there is relief.
These thoughts
Will go.
I will not miss them
For I do not wish to suffer.
But for you.
For a time.
Today.
All of these poems and more can be found HERE in the anthology “A Cartographer”.
Artist, C. Rahn.