Goodbye, poetboy

the sun setting
in the south

worlds gone by in whisper

we stand
on opposite sides
of the glass

Embers float down from the sky,
to mingle with tears before the blood splattered earth.

Another time, another place,
another lifetime

perhaps

we'll meet.

So many perhapses
so little time.

Keep the flame alive,
good soul

let the keys resume play
tomorrow