Thursday, 21 February 2019

Future Me...



Future me

Looked at the child

With the crayon

In her hand


Through the shimmering

Shivering


Window to the past


And watched in

Wistful silence

As the happy scene

Took shape

That summers day

As she sprawled

On the sun-kissed grass


Then future me

Looked to the sky

And the birds

Each bathed in blue


Through the shifting

Drifting

Window to the past


And sighed with

Plaintive yearning

To taste again

That time

When the vibrancy

Of life

Seemed sure to last


And future me

Tried hard to hear

The giggles

Of the child 



Through the faltering

Flickering


Window to the past


With a need for

Chords

Of hopefulness

Telling all

Was not yet lost

And the promise

Of tomorrow

Still in our grasp


Future me

Wished she could join

The child

In her playful skips


Through the flashing

Fluttering

Window to the past


And dance

Amongst the flowers

As trees flaunted 

Their fruit

When the air was clear

And the planet

Not downcast


And future me

Wanted to stretch

And reach out

To the child


Through the wavering

Fading

Window to the past


And warn her

Of the End Of Days

If Mankind did not stop

Destroying

And abusing

All in its path


But future me

The woman

Saw only

As all once was


Through the blinking

Vanishing 

Window to the past


As my dying mind

Held on

To thoughts

Of me the child

Before the world

Went mad and all souls

Gasped their last




Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard

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