While I
shuffle flakes of ashes…
I know that life has moved on,
That time has defined a change.
A change of
constants.
While I
shuffle the aces of life…
I feel the desire to hold rain,
That life has sprinkled on me.
A life of
constants.
While I take the steps to stand..
I know that I have run a long mile,
That stretched through years in the blink of an eye.
A long mile of constants.
While I stretch my fingers to catch the wet rain…
I feel that I’m already drenched,
that has numbed all prayers.
A prayer of changes.