City of Curtain

City of curtain
Walls of blue
Things have changed here
With the loss of you.
The city is grey now,
Lost all of its hue.

Can't quite find words to express
The sadness, chaos,
And duress.

The cruelty shown
Upon your wake,
You left curtain
To see your fate.

And now the city-
Black and blue,
Painted sorrow;
Tried and true.

Tested citizens
Failed their trust
Once enhabited-
Filled with dust.

Flipped the hourglass,
Fine grains pass.
Counting down
To lay with grass.

And grow may the sprouts of all you have done,
Your remains; but flowers
Beneath a grey sun.

Try as you might,
None shall pass.
Curtains conceal
The looking glass.

All that is beyond,
And all that have passed
Curtains conceal
The looking glass.

The flame in the heavens
Has fizzled at last.
Curtains conceal
The looking glass.

Ripples

You are hardly a speck in this universe. A speck the size of stars and you're still merely dust. So the size of your words, uttered but once into this crowded barren plane of space and time, will mean nearly nothing to those who came before and will surely come afterwards. But for today, how do these murmurs affect those floating on about you. Though you have your six inches of space, there are billions nearby who await those words to fall upon their ears. Never deaf nor blind to the injustice you've portrayed with a single word. But in time, I suppose, that word will just float away, becoming less than dust in the days to come; less than you and I. These blind words wisp away and become echoes in the universe. But where might they resonate?