Ever Onward

[hells_half_acre]

The problem with time

Is that it's ever marching on

Ever forward, ever forward

Wouldn't it be nice to stay awhile?

Just a little while

And the future is uncertain

Holds no pleasant warmth

And you see the pond

And you love the trees

But cannot linger

Ever onward

The march

And the past stretches on behind you
When did you start the march?
What colour was that autumn leaf?
What shade was the green of the last blade of grass?

Crude memories forged in the depths of the mind
Impressionistic paintings
One crisp image surrounded by vague
Of him loving you? Or him leaving you?
Of the way the sun danced on the water
That day everything was perfect
But what was it he said? How did his voice sound?
Amidst the trees, echoing off the water
Did he laugh loud or smile quietly?
What was the song playing in your mind?

Let's go back, to the pond, the trees
Back to the autumn leaf, that green blade of grass,
Pause long enough to hear his voice
Echoing off the water still

But no, ever onward
The passage of time
Towards the uncertain future
Ever forward, never back
And you can weep while you walk
Or hold your head up high
Eagerly mapping new memories
In the recesses of your mind
So one day, when he smiles at you
You'll say, "yes...it was just like that,
On that day long ago, when everything was perfect
Just like now, and ever onward"