Time strikes its heavenly gaze upon me
In a winter dust of wonder
Or in a pale cloak of falls melting hours
There stands a tall white horse
Held in the mist of his deep dark eyes
There is seen another hour
Of springs life in the hazy green
Meadows with a stream flowing backwards
Against the flow of time
Into the past jumps the streams of a wood
And the dark forest closes
Its seal on the present
As I stand here in memory
As such is the strange game
And the strangest thing of being human
It is to stand in a flowing stream
Of time moving ever forward
While always having a piece
A piece of one’s heart
Always in the past
And as orange and red lights
May flow from the stammering sun
Or kind gray hours tainted in blue
May stand from the moons deep gaze
As a glass of water amidst the desert’s harsh heat
Blue mountain be kind to me
Tall streets
And walls of power's great might
Be just to me
And let justice fall like the divine
Showing itself as the sun
With its ever clearest beam
Bringing truth to all things
So that I may know
That as the blue mountains grow green
In the spring as after death
The ghost of kind intentions
May stand like a spectrum
Of full colors in the light
Each with its own image
Each which is true
So that as all can see
No matter how weak in the eyes or the ears
The ray of my kind intentions
Even after death
So that whatever
Light of the divine which is in me
May in some sense stay with you
And even
As I boldly dare to say
With all of you
For kindness
Is like a blue stream
Even after one's heart dies
It can still give drink to many
And be given to
As many as who may find it
The clock will surely kill us all
Yet let your lights stay for tomorrow
As the faint glow
Which never leaves the room
Until the world itself
Is brought to dust
And everything which we now know
Is reduced to ash
And let the wanderer
Who may stumble
Find a locket
In that dust
And know that you had stood
And given your heart
On that fair day of kindness
Which the world uses as its heart
And whatever holds the worlds together
Will then in hindsight
Hold a piece of you forever.
- By Eric Bleys (Title, A Piece of you Forever).