Wednesday, February 18, 2009

The Vigil.

The wax stains on the pavement,
are a constant reminder of
how quickly things change.

Peace into havoc.
Beauty into wreckage.
Oblivion into grief.
Love into unforgiveness.
Memories into despair.

As the sirens rang,
and word got around
we learned that June,
just how quickly things change.

Rumors into reality.
Knowledge into disbelief.
Strangers into comrades.
Comrades into strangers.
and tiny white candles, into wax,
that stained the faded pavement,
on that quiet country road.

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