Thomas Kelly

Moving Past

They left without me – in the Past –
To land in – pall of Chill –
To make their selves a life more bless’d
And drink from Protean well.

A change of season – Shadowed rest –
Bore dour and – Fractious shrill –
An even Score passed in – a Gust!
Then I myself did call.

I strive to shape a – circle Fair –
We all have – Placed accords –
A Hybrid peace – yet all I’ve learnt –
They’ll leave without me – Still.