The Veracious Animus
My ledge is empty—no need to jump off.
Distant now is my prevalent trough.
All the memories of my troublesome thread—
Picture this picture: escaped danger and fled.
I am dye cast in the wool,
Resolute through it all.
And down though this life may pull,
I'm no longer your thrall.
I held my eyes to the stars when you were mine.
I held my cries to myself when you did not shine.
An easy time—it perhaps would have been—
To spin our wheels while our fervor wore thin.
But in a moment we would surely have known—
Our future moments were our futures alone.
I am a mountainous crag,
Unable to be moved.
For this I don’t often brag,
But it needs to be proved.
My ledge is empty—no need to jump off.
Distant now is my prevalent trough.
Horizon greets me with a beautiful view—
Picture a picture that is long overdue.
Jack Larimore © 2005
Distant now is my prevalent trough.
All the memories of my troublesome thread—
Picture this picture: escaped danger and fled.
I am dye cast in the wool,
Resolute through it all.
And down though this life may pull,
I'm no longer your thrall.
I held my eyes to the stars when you were mine.
I held my cries to myself when you did not shine.
An easy time—it perhaps would have been—
To spin our wheels while our fervor wore thin.
But in a moment we would surely have known—
Our future moments were our futures alone.
I am a mountainous crag,
Unable to be moved.
For this I don’t often brag,
But it needs to be proved.
My ledge is empty—no need to jump off.
Distant now is my prevalent trough.
Horizon greets me with a beautiful view—
Picture a picture that is long overdue.
Jack Larimore © 2005