Just keep skimming and follow the stones |
Pebbles Of unicorns and rainbows, of childhoods gone by I wonder where the pain goes, … I wonder why we try Marking out our chapters, in paragraphs forged bold In narratives enraptured, in stories that we're told Its not that they don't matter, in fact, that's all we are We're narratives that chatter, Stones skimmed 'cross reservoirs Causing fresher ripples, with every bounce we take As each impact it stipples, the mirror of life's lake Reflections seem important and for a spell they are As we ricochet round portents, to find out just how far How far our glides can take us, the pebbles we might meet The rocks that just might break us … or make our skip complete We find sooner or later, our pebbles lose their bounce, with ripples that don't cater, with arcs and lengths renounced To ripples ran around us, more import in their spread Ripples joined... that found us, 'longside ones departed... fled The ripples stay in memory, the surface of the lake It forms a mirrored symphony, pictured in their wake The wake of pebbles, shifted course, wanted, forced... or not From an independent source, skidded cross our lot Such things can only skip so long, its part of their design Starting out so swift and strong, we start our own decline and when such pebbles take their fall, their ripples seize to be Existing only for recall, yarns spun, a fabrics lea Maps abstract, in tapestries, to where such pebbles stopped, to join a lake bed dressed in scree, where other pebbles dropped With chapters marked and tomes complete, their part played to its end A cameo note, midst life's suite, a role that took its wend Important? Yes... but don't forget, that when the tales told By then, it's too late for regret, the story has been sold A lullaby of times we tried, of wonder sold too soon Let unicorns and rainbows fly … let childhood's hope bloom |