Nihilist

The fireflies of reminiscence

have melted into the sun

The memories wrapped in their light

no longer exist with reason

when the leaves are burnt away

Emotion fluttered in the grass

Our hope hollow in the bark

Our remorse scattered in moss

Crumbled with abandoned stone

Something thought to be so strong

Not even time will crack its skin

But as my mental souvenirs

Bury themselves with the sod of guilt

I've realized the stone of connection

Isn't cracked under the might the time

But skipped along a river of tears

A smooth pebble of joy

Bouncing against the shifting tide of truth

Skip, skip, skip

Recognizing what it costs to exist

Finding that the beauty of a memory

Is worn by the pain of its loss

For a tree can stand

With the trust of the universe

To uphold its graceful pose

But remain in the eyes of the pristine

Fallen under wishes and dreams

With fairies to laugh in pity

From the blade of veracity