nothing in the dark

nothing in the dark

so much dust on the fanblades
cobwebs in the corner
old junk in the attic
doors that cry on rusty hinges
yellowed curtains have forgotten the breeze
newspapers lying around tell the stories of years ago
weeds that strongarmed the flowers in spring
now the color of rust because winter has come
drifts of snow piling high
a storm moves in...

shutters bang and the air is cold
years spoke of divine inspiration
now the cost of living must soon be paid
old friends want a few last pictures before the final breath
and soon it's time
other friends scattered around unheard of for years
and sometimes you wonder where they are

things could have been different
but they weren't too bad this way
everything has become sweet as the dust gathers
and what you've been afraid of isn't so bad after all

you were born once as the snow fell
another was born in the rain
some opened their eyes as flowers blossomed
and others as the trees turned the color of fire and shed their weight

close your eyes and remember