© 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

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