The memory fades away like the rain
Or a dream upon waking.
Just a dream, even a dream of pain;
Its shadow will pass
No matter the length of the shadow cast.
It dissipates as the dawn breaks
And the sun rises even against the moon’s will.
Yes the world goes spinning on
Despite all the tears cried against the tide,
Motion wins still.
© 2019 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.
Originally Published 10 December 2017
Made of sticks and stones 
Reblogged this on Made of sticks and stones and commented:
The second day of my review of the year and a poem about the universe just going on regardless.
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‘motion wins still.’ perfect.
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