Standing Still....

Standing still , looking above , the sky stares back,

Stars they flicker through light, it amazes thy eyes,

Its a sad thing though , they might already be dead.



Standing still , looking at the river flow , it continues undisturbed,

My reflection , in the water , not moving , moon and sun's courtesy,

Its a sad thing , the ripples created ,source unknown, will erase them.



Standing still , looking at the earth , still gaze , offered my eyes,

My footprints, embedded in the soil , beautiful pattern ,

Its a sad thing , the winds of change , will erase them to nothingness.



Standing still , looking at the fire , it flares back naturally,

Burns my skin , something beneath it , pain is a metaphor underneath,

Its a sad thing , the ashes of time , will burn it out , due course.



Standing Still , just waiting and biding , time it calls , in its voice,

Wrinkles they twist and grow , marks of age and truth , same end point ,

Its a sad Thing , everything tangible and intangible , is temporary .



Standing Still , looking inside , true story in the diary ,

begins - denial , pain , agony , frustration...then slowly ,

acceptance and the theme for this story ,

smile , you know the reason for the temporary , a journey.