contemplativeCity in the Sky
Poem for Day 319 – 201511156
City in the sky
where I did reside
seen at a distant
only imagined
in my memories
faded reflections
of what could have been.
Visit for a time,
take in the bright sights,
fay phantom walking
I am the tourist
vicarious life
the interloper
the base intruder
a fleeting squatter
here in the city.
Those who walk the streets
wear the age old masks
handed down through time
by the ones before.
There I see my own face
mask on a stranger
passed by the turning
of eternity.
Why didn't I
fully embrace the
my time embodied
by the boundaries
of my time begun
and ended to short?
Only God may know
perhaps I will find
the answer beyond.
Now I flit as a ghost
disquiet haunt in
the city in the sky.
© 2015, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.
