For the NaPoWriMo prompt, an elegy for things past, dreams unfulfilled.

Beforethe words took hold I dreamt of you and all the thingsthat we would do. I longed for placeslittle knowing you can never own a place nor keep it unchanging in your heart. We moved on, like grazing horses on some endless meadow, our herd growing, grazing where we led. Dreams fulfilled leave yawning gaps, they float into the placid blueof complacency. And when they wanderedand the grass was bittersweet, I let the words in to fill the space.  The words spiked the hilltops with their shining speartips and I let them in. They march, day and night in serried ranks trumpeting hopes of success and at last an easy life. They march. Over the hills and faraway, with the grazing horses on the bittersweetgrass.

On the rim

of the hill

sun…