he came to go

You have gone like a summer’s eve
the desert wind to grieve
leaving mankind to believe
there is no love to relieve

gone with the summers eve
the wind
the breeze
now tis time for love to freeze

come back as the tremor does
and
fly on the back of the wind in turn
come from the wilderness
where I believe
from where you your loved one
want to retrieve...
make it a belief ....

HIS....

Again and again
I'd tell myself
"it'll be worth it."
And I'd believe it to be
Gospel truth,
if only you'd believe it too.

But there I was,
ready to leave,
ready to finally cash in my chips,
the first night you looked back.

I never told you
how close you were,
that it was the trailer or me.
I was there
ready to leave,
to leave it all a memory
until you blinked.

I could call up and say hello,
a few buttons pushed and hear a voice
or drive a bit, not far to go.
For years and years I had the choice.

One by one they all fell out of touch.
It wasn't their fault, wasn't mine
like chicks leaving from their clutch.
I pretended all was fine.

Until now there are no old ones left,
no one whose council I can seek.
From my life they've all been cleft.
Whose advise should I now seek?

time jumps
winks in and out
within the matrix of
the collective hallucination

each quantum-microsecond
it recreates
every scene
every dream

so, at moments -
those between the nows -
I have nowhere
to physically exist

where am I
who am I
when time is not?
.