Survivors

Survivors

Thursday, March 26, 2020

Eternal


©2020 Steve King
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I have not found traces
Of anything eternal
By searching.

Nor held in my reflection
Any measure save my own.

Each gathered moment
Emptied of all others,
Touch of rumored spirits
Fickle as dying winds.

Found amid strange silence, 
Wondering at my place
In this peculiar dream.

Listening in emptiness
For what silence shall sing.