the rest of it

, shining,
But too, soon to die.

And the sand dunes in the sky
White, and rolling by, slowly
For they have nowhere to go.
But always consuming.
More and more light gets swallowed
And lost in the shuffle
While I think of what color roses
I like best.
Oh! but expectations,
How they’ve dug this hole
For me- I guess I’ll settle
For whatever’s in bloom
And give ‘em one more smile
While I wait for the moon.

TMC