Built to Last

Is anything built to last?

To stand the tests of time?

Proud, up standing and pompous

Relieved perhaps, to be still there

Or is that just a silly question to ask?

The wind and the rain will wash away

The sands rise and drown me slowly away

The me inside – that lonely voice

Calling through an eternity

Of change, turmoil and pain

Seeking love, a flickering flame

A point of fire, with some sort of desire

To be free again

Be still, be still and listen

Time ticks slowly by

The illusion of movement

Tricks us like a faithless lover

Who ran to the arms of another

Each moment is an eternal now

In in a sense, it lasts and lasts

The wounded King awaits

The Lady of the Lake placates

And tears light up the maiden’s face

It’s a melting cup of gold

Bejeweled and crafted by art

It’s here, It’s there

It is, in fact, everywhere

Filled with a fine wine

Overflowing with the blood of life

Earned through warring strife

Is anything built to last?

Is anything really real?

Is there a meaning to this life?

So many questions

I deem them all to be the truth

A simple act of kindness

A simple act of grace

The eyes lit within a face

A fleeting gossamer moment

Gone far too soon

Relived under a full blue moon

Will anything last and

stand the test of time?

I wish I knew

Do you?

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