Feels like the end
As the last grains of sand drop through,
All that’s left are memories
And they too will melt into meaninglessness,
As those who felt those moments
Fall into eternity.
The pictures do not do justice,
Do not capture the emotion,
The thoughts, ideals and feel of the moment;
The words cannot communicate
To one who wasn’t there.
As we pass into history.
The zeitgeist, the moment, unique;
A whole age
Reduced to ghosts on youtube,
Words in sterile books,
Misunderstood, pawed over
Endlessly reinterpreted,
Until the last grain falls
And it is gone,
Forever.
Opher – 26.7.2020
(For Pete Green)