They say the guy they nailed to a tree
is looking down on me.
Well, guy, this is 60 and where were you,
to tell me what was and wasn’t true?
No cries of, “Mind your way!”
or warnings of exponential decay.
No solutions to the ills of dreams,
or answers to why it’s never as it seems.
Yet the stars always arrived to reminisce,
lighting the fateful abyss,
and through this observatory glass
could more than one world’s jewels amass.
Not least, in spite of such absence above,
to date, it’s been a surreal passage across significant love
©HeyHey 2013
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