I have only the beginning of
I know nought of ending
though, brow furrowed, perhaps memory plays me false and what was ended seems begun
a trough, a truth, a gathering in the shallows
Memory returns to me
where sunny disposition and savage grin
traipse forward
down below in shades of hill another prepares to catch what falls
in sepia tone, sepulcher and rhyme
catch then climb
another day forward
Another day with you lost to me
Pelgris 