Vanishing Time

Time runs in circles, from what I've been told.
And things which have happened, will happen again.
How many times these words have rallied in my
mind, to be replayed over again.
Many times the memory being lived, drained of all hope.
That overwhealming feeling, when the relization of that which 
has been given,  not returned.

Once, a bond was built, but,
with time, disolves,
drained into some empty pool, then slowly
far from the memory that it was once held in with such
reverance.

Time eluded the concept that has once held this bond tight.
Once thought it could never disolve, never dissapate.
Never anything so overpowering
that it would feel like an empty tomb.

strength once held, and gained with each passing evening,
having been lost to the world, and it's
neverending spance in the grand scheme.
 
Freely giving total devotion
Patiently waiting with a deep regard. To wait,
no peep, no mention as to what happens,
no life moving within these empty walls.

Time seems to have disolved,
making the last moment spoken seem
as if it were a lifetime ago.
 
Life continues.
Never having asked for total devotion
only that which drew the two of us close to begin with.

remembering words spoken,  smiles, tears, laughter.
Has this been just another escapade in life,
only to realize that things are never as they seem?
 
a voice  rings deeply.
Words spoken remain intact.
Moments seemed to freeze, at that time.
The world stood still.
Your words rang like the voices of the angels
whispering bells in the wind.

then you were gone.
 
Life as barren as the desert, lifeless,
strewn with nothing but hopelessness.
boundless horizon, stretching forward, ever onward.

leaving no justifications.
memories reside deeply etched within memories,  hopes, dreams, and love.

Far from the ever stretched forth distance that lies ahead.
as silent as the endless night, and as cold as the bitter winter,
is all waiting now.

aspirations fall into the forboding emptiness
all that had ever been envisioned
now another empty shell of life.
Meaningless, devoid, once filled with strength to face each day
 
Can life continue now?
Is your world brighter now that you've left
standing in the bitter darkness with the emptiness that follows

It's been said...
 "Truly great friends are hard to find, difficult to leave, and
impossible to forget.
Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when your wings have
trouble remembering how to fly."
 
You were truely a gerat friend, and you were an Angel,
Everything ever dreamed of, wanted, cared about, lay in your heart.

Now, like a festering cancer, the emptiness grows.
Leaving this world without hope, meaning, or reason.
Time has stopped, Nothing at all remains to make it what it
seemed to be.
 
Where is the reason that makes life a reason to continue?
It was said in a snog, "Friends are a gift from the Loving God, and
you dare not take them for granted, or they will drift away like
smoke, and the warmth of their careing will vanish like the chill of
the endless night."
 
The endless night is here, and the warmth has faded.
That's the presumption that is left, after all attempts to make
contact has proved as vain as the elusive streak of gold in the side
of the mountain.
Time may be something that few can toy with,
it's a precious gift, one that can never be taked for granted.
 
 
Maybe, one day, when the world is right, you remember something
which had been said, 
will you smile, and wonder.....
What ever happened.....
 
 
Before departing from this time which has taken that part which had
been deeply buried,
 
remember.... the one thing given to you, Unconditionally..
shall always remain deeply buried in your own mind, and one day,
will emerge again.
 
May that day come before time is no more.
Maybe, it's already too late