sestina.

I am sitting here, awake, alive, not dead

Watching the morning sun, rising, spill
Its waves of shining glory, golden, through
The air. Time is running on, heedless
Of the wishes of its people, gathered here
Below, waiting with open hearts.

A thousand thoughts are spilling through my heart
As the sunlight casts across my dreams, now dead
And the many feelings gathered here,
From my overburdened heart begin to spill
And yet my mind marches on, heedless
Of my wishes, thoughts, all running through.

I see memories, snapshots fighting through
Remembrances that warm my aching heart
Memories that flicker on, heedless
Of the fact that those times, now, are dead
And I sit here and watch the tears spill
Gaze at my pile of memories, gathered here

I wish to gather all my friends, set them here
Start our memories again, see them through
Not a drop of precious time we’d spill
Treasuring, coveting them with jealous hearts
Praying that our moments will not soon be dead
That they will not leave us now, heedless

Of my thoughts and the emotions that, heedless
Of the moments I wish I had, now are gone, not here
Oh how I want these times now, alive, not dead
The countless moments that I have now seen through
Oh to gather them once more, inside my heart
But out through my eyes, like tears, they spill

I watch the sunset, with its bleeding rays, spill
Its arcs of light across the paths of time, heedless
And I wait, hoping, quietly, with my aching heart
Praying for the day to come when I will see you here
Until that hour, I cling to each memory, see it through
The eyes and ears of hope, keeping it alive, not dead.

I feel some stirring in my heart, whispers from it spill
The ones I love, not dead, simply gone for now, heedless
Promising to stay with me, here, in my heart to see me through.