Landscape

Each and every day

The sun rises in the dawn, and sets in the dusk

The moon rises in the dusk, and sets in the dawn

Even if hidden from view

Never ceasing.

Such an interminable cycle

Reflects the pattern of life: birthing, living, dying

Whilst lulling one into a false sense of permanency

That the landscape of my life will remain unchanged

Even when it is known that this is a false premise

Based on desire, not knowledge.

East and west

North and south

The compass points remain unmoved over time

Except in minor degrees

Gravitational pull continues on in its invisibility

Planets are locked into their orbits.

Unseen forces of nature

Bring with them

A sense of eternity

Through the passage of time

That the landscape of my life will remain unchanged

Even when it is known that this is a false premise

Based on desire, not knowledge.

History

With its revolutions and convolutions

And ceaseless changes

Where non-connected events are viewed as a whole

Fixed in time and never to be changed

Has its own repeat patterns.

Change becomes immutable

What was temporary is now permanent

Incontrovertible

A clever mask, an artful masquerade

That the landscape of my life will remain unchanged

Even when it is known that this is a false premise

Based on desire, not knowledge.

But we both know, you and I

That in our own small world

Change is inevitable, unpredictable

That the landscape of our life will shift.

Not a conscious choice

A mere change of view

From a forest to a desert

A moving through of landscape.

Whilst I stayed in place

The landscape of my life changed

I am where I was before

But nothing looks the same.

What tempest brewed

What conflagration raged

What deluge pounded

To alter the landscape of my life so?

The winds of time

That over-used phrase

Dispensed with our mirage

And carried you away.

For now I stand alone

In the landscape of my life

Amongst the detritus of our shared time

The aspect forever altered.

Within me now does the 

Tempest blow

Conflagration burn

Deluge drown.

How do I withstand these forces

That seek to destroy me

As the landscape of my life

Is at once unrecognizable and exactly the same?

By standing alone

Still

Silent

Claiming the lament in my heart.