Outsider


From the outside

looking in…

I wonder,

How could it have been?


I see the familiar faces,

I hear the similar symphony

Of laughing voice

Promising in there merriment, mischief making!

Among this companies crowd

Of fellow friends.


I see the unguarded glances,

I hear the untold tales,

Among this company

All else pales.


The bridge betwixt

Seems to me a mile

Though its but the length left

by the quick sifting of sand.


Days and nights,

Have come and gone.

Hither and here–

Though as the last sands drop, I know

Our days draw to a close,

Akin to the age old withering of a white-rose.


From the outside

looking in…

I see…

I hear…

How it could have been.