The Day I Left

After the season is cold They put up old pictures Of people who passed away Black & white with crosses One at the shop entrance Which she used to visit Those who replace her Glance at who it is And the wind blows temporally I close my eyes and my soul Enters the gorgeous gust Kissing the street lightly Sometimes I am a dust devil I am a frolicker of leaves In clouds I know the comings And the goings of the sun I brush by the portraits Of the recently deceased And my spirit gazes At faces with ignorance And as I stretch my lungs Upon the frisky little wisp I know the only thing to lament Of death is the end of my love So there they are full of it Those who have had their day Whose children have moved on And friends who are now too far They are the few who stop A day for the funeral Less still to mourn more But that makes sense I feel For the nature of time Begs for impermanence To take the time to know Is a power that plunges For he that knows not Lives and dies in bliss Even if it is the faces Of people so lovingly dear I've seen what it's like After the day I left And to me it is no surprise That it was just another day like this

CuldeSac

What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?

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