The silence bears down
Like a weighted boulder
Sitting heavy between us,
As every passing moment we grow older.
Sometimes we watch our lives play out
In a third person view
Expanding and retracting
Like clouds against the cerulean blue.
We watch these moments play on the screen,
Passing slides of joy and life
Or of harsh realities beheld,
Glimpses of death, stabbing strife.
Then they are blown away
Taken on the wind of time
Replaced by different shifting shapes
That make our lives sublime.