© Christopher Raine
www.RaineReflections.com
RAINE REFLECTIONS
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