Another newspaper on the coffee table
"Yes, that is what I became. Perhaps it merely lay there, too long. Perhaps, the stories it held within were simply not interesting enough to read again, and again. There was a time, yes, it was not long ago as I recall, my presence was noticed, wanted and even important to some. Through time, fading, as do the days, did I become overlooked. Not remembered for those things, which I have done, but judged for the moment alone did I become.
No cause to guide those I hold dear to see the heart fading, for they have not looked. Oh, some see the trickle of life, hungry to matter, but unexplained are those whose lives cradled and protected always, turn away from that which they took so freely, for so long. Now, ignored.
A certain darkness begins to cover things, sooner or later. The light is sought feverishly, just to hold, to cling to. Without the light, there is little to see, or to aspire toward. These aspirations daunted for a time, fell deeper into the abyss, helplessly they plunged as virtues viewed unchastely, judged and condemned were they then assigned.
A spirit in pieces, thrown to the side and not seen. That spirit, seemingly ubiquitous not long ago, now uncommon, it's sighting. True that light never fades, nor can it be extinguished, only covered up so the seeing, comes sharply.
Until then, when the light returns and the strength of that spirit emerges, just another newspaper on the coffee table, overlooked.
02/29/2008
©2008 Peter Britt Krystal Vision Publishing
