FALLING AWAY
Candice James
Copyright 2010
When the falling away begins,
What was is no more, and, will never be again.
The falling away of leaves from the quivering branch
Not quite ready to let its wayward children
Take their leave goes quite unnoticed
By the bodies waltzing by to a different beat.
The leaves no longer belong to the tree
They have begun their journey to death.
When the falling away begins,
What was is no more, and, will never be again.
The falling away of rock from the mountain it clung to
Has made the mountain over into a lesser statue of itself.
It knows an intricate part of itself is missing. It will never be what it was before.
Clouds waltzing by to a different beat don’t notice the subtle modification.
The fallen rock no longer belongs to the mountain
It has begun its journey to transformation.
When the falling away begins,
What was is no more, and, will never be again.
The falling away of lovers from each other and their feelings
Is ice chipping away at the spirit. The pain created from the splitting apart
Is wounded, harnessed and imprisoned
Inside a jail that has no door, has no key.
Angels waltzing by to a different beat notice this aberration of heart and soul.
The lovers no longer belong to each other.
They have begun the dance of destruction.
When the falling away begins
What was is no more, and. will never be again.
On days like these when love haunts me
I need the falling away to begin.
I long to lounge in a peaceful easy feeling
Where I can visualize pale Chinese Pagodas
Nestled amongst a grove of birch trees.
I long to find myself inside this image
Waltzing on a warm cavalier breeze.
When the falling away begins,
What was is no more, and, will never be again.