Sense

I am not going to pretend
I see any sense in living
But I can only try to live
As if time will be forgiving
And someday I will

Ecclesiastes 3:11

Eternity set in our hearts -
Within our very beings -
Yet we cannot see
Beauty in its infinite form;
But only a negligible fraction
Of what is to be
And what is to come.

Belated

I go through old photographs
To try and see into the emptiness you were
Hiding behind those eyes

I did not see the tears.

The warmth of the sun
Reminds me of that smile so long ago
Of a girl who once gave light to the world
But kept none for herself.