Many kinds of death

“When the star dies,

Its eye closes; tired of watching,

It flies back to its first bright dream.”

                                           Dejan Stojanovic

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there are many kinds of death

deaths that are as final a death

deaths that sneak into existence

killing you without

a clue

the death of innocence

and dreams

where what you assumed

proves false

and the destination you anticipated

becomes unreachable

I sit on the porch

on a cool day

watching the mountain disappear

behind the clouds

and realize that this is not

what I expected of life

it is better

it is worse

it is fulfilling

it is disappointing

sometimes I strain to see the mountain

hidden there

and strain to see

what has been and what will be

I put one foot in front of the other

But some days

I am tired

And my eyes can no longer seek

And they close

A little death

As dreams fade

Shattering

With luck

With time

New dreams

Will come

Or not