Losing what was never mine
Spectral idols tempting me
Fruitless paths and ravaged time
Companions in my misery
Fading hopes refuse decline
Distracted thoughts mocking me
Circle now this body find
A dying dream not to be
Yet ‘neath these ruins’ wasted climb
The quiet recall in memory
Reasserts the truth sublime
Through loss, life found eternally
Jack Miller - August 28, 2008