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Echoes of a distant pastEchoes of a distant past - Copyright © Paul HuxhamSometimes in the night,
I think I hear noises and see a light.
How loud they seem and bright.
Can they find me after all this time ?
My tracks are covered with verse and rhyme.
But you know, don't you...
You suspect what cannot be;
and what is done
and what must be.
Well, now you found me and you will see
as brief glimpses they bring of me.
For if not the truth then they must be;
echoes of a distant past.
Almost perfectAlmost perfect - Copyright © Paul HuxhamI don't know what it is that I do.
When she is silent.
And the tears fall quietly to the ground.
When everything I do and say just makes her more upset.
God, it was a beautiful day.
The sky clear blue.
The breeze through the trees.
But she sat there silent and cried.
And even now I am at a loss to explain why.
PerihelionPerihelion - Copyright © Paul HuxhamIt all comes to this?
I was so close; only had to reach out.
Yet I skimmed past, unable to stop.
The closest I've ever come.
I can still feel the wind blowing my hair, tearing at my face.
Yet when it came to the crunch... I just couldn't.
During my long journey outwards through the void
I will remember the sun around which I revolve
and return to take hold of your hand.
Geometry dividesGeometry divides - Copyright © Paul Huxham
Parallel lines remain, unlike my mind that
gravitates towards the centre of a self destructing spiral.
People peer at me through tamed and untrained eyes.
As I transition the surrounding event horizon they are left
to wonder and surmise.
And I know for certain that the body I leave behind
will not become a burden so long as geometry survives.
The last timeThe last time - Copyright © Paul HuxhamLight through the window
casts a shadow on the wall.
A faint and blurry outline
that lives for nothing more.
As the sun rises
over the trees and the ground,
the shadow becomes clear
and sharp and well defined.
As the person who creates it
For the last time.
The people who have fought
long and hard through the years.
This is their time.
All that they have worked for.
The blood, sweat and tears.
Finally has a meaning
shining bright across the sky.
Never trust the man who says it's all a lie.
As the sun reaches the peak
of its flight across the sky.
The shadows they have gone
on the wall far behind.
And we feel enriched by the power
of those who surround us
To them we give our love.
And as for the person casting
a shadow on the wall.
They are welcome to cry
on my shoulder
For the last time.