Michael Atreides Lair

Michael Atreides Lair lives and writes in Springfield, Missouri.

 
Infinite Drive

 
We watched the distant stars

becoming more distant.

What we saw was years apart

from this moment.

 

And I wondered aloud about

death and all her shattered hour glasses.

A man spoke

of an infinite drive,

of traveling, light with light,

for some unknown amount of time,

still alive

and yet still: dead.

Somewhere our illuminating past

could meet another’s bright future.

Refections of moments lost

had never seemed much darker.

I watched and wondered to myself,

“Who else has lived and seen us then?”

And I watched and wondered,

“When will it end?”

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