{ … seasons, like eternities … }

in seasons, like eternities,
  we watched them spark and grow –
banalities are everything
  when they are all you know

or so we thought from where we sat.
our friends were deep and gone;
  we judged things then quite casually –
  so upper echelon

  were we, that we saw nothing clear.
despite our vision grand
  there was much in simplicity
  we couldn’t understand.

you plan a trip, logistically,
  it’s money and it’s stuff:
  we somehow missed the marvel that
  is two who have enough.

in seasons, like eternities,
  the truth sang out at last;
  while locked in our modernity,
  the moment almost passed

  to see and comprehend our friends
  on top of Fortune’s wheel:
  for love sees clearly, if not ends,
  what matters and

  what’s real

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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