You told the story
As you saw it:
Your place and truth
Formed the world.
Time was a crucible
Where the passing hours
Ran like years
For those you loved
Some so far away
That time itself
Stood between you.
You understood that magic
Came with consequences
And you shaped fragile worlds
To show power had its price
And lessons for us all.
You reminded us that
We could have dominion
Over everything
And still be lost.
© Brian Hill
Brian Hill. 50 years a poet. One-time designer and film-maker; long ago, the rhyme-slinger, cartoon cowboy, and planetarium poet; now feverishly stringing words together in the hope of making sense.
Brian blogs as Scumdadio (don’t ask) at: http://onepieceaweek.blogspot.co.uk
