Moving On
May 14th, 2008 . by Cue Ball
As of now, I am moving on.
Through and out, this hard time.
The clouds will clear, and the storm will pass.
Things are looking up, as I raise the mast.
Sailing on, and moving out.
From these dark days, I muster all my clout.
I am ready, to start again.
Just to see, where life begins.
Tough it is, and tough it will be.
Life moves on, and this I see.
So move on I will to start all over.
Just to see, the fields of clover.
I am still hurt, from my loss.
Nothing can change, what was lost.
My child’s life, Is now in better hands.
Strength is coming, for me to move on.
I still want to hear, Loves first gong.
Lonely I am, in a cold bed.
Waiting I am, to fill the bed.
I want to get to know, my next love.
Before I move on, to have a warm bed.
but something had changed, or was changing. everything always did, no matter how much he loved what he had. the only redemption would be if all the tumbling and rearrangement were to mean something. but he was aware of no pattern. if there were one great equality, one fine universal balance that he could understand, then he would know that there were others, and that someday the curtain of the world would lift onto a sunny springlike stillness and reveal that nothing - nothing - had been for naught, neither the suffering of all the children that he had seen suffering, nor love that ends in death: nothing.