© Christopher Raine

A Progression of  Song


Our time moves along,
a progression of a song,
the chorus
still echoes of meaning

A bridge that we passed
the solo is tasked
as words
surrender to feeling

After the highs and the lows
our tempo grows slow
to an ending,
soft-present, and fleeting

So fatal and sweet
fading into our sleep
smiling sighs
to the farewell of being