FADING
It is a wonder we remain so long,
So pitted against the odds,
So tossed by ill-considered notions,
So ill-equiped,
So abandoned by squabbling gods
Who sense their own slow demise,
( the flowers of eternity caught
In first frost, petals bruised
And falling.
They will let go, even,
They will forget the juice
Of absolute power,
Leaving their cities
By the ocean’s side,
Leaving their phosphorescent palaces,
Their plastic groaning tables,
Their self-absorbed contemplations.
Before they smell the rot
And sink to feed the soil
They will wander into the mountains,
Mendicants with eyes on fire,
Find caves, light lamps,
Light incense,
Searching for that place
Where they took that wrong turn,
Missed the point,
Laughed at the wrong line,
Stepped across a void,
Instead of falling.
And they shall stay
Until they, and we too,
Fade to a line of footprints,
( they were moving quickly,
Hand in hand),
Shallow dips slowly
Filling with rain,
Reflecting the spindrift
Birth and death
Of spiral galaxies.
simonhlilly 
…and failed species.
This resonates. Perhaps I misinterpret, but it says things to me which I think I understand and agree with.
It seems somehow mirror-like and prescient. In it I glimpse a future I fully expect.
Thank you, Richard. I am not sure where this one came from.Sort of started with a few images that were going in one direction then headed off along several roads simultaneously. The mythic dream, the archetype and the mundane are overlapping, probably because they follow the same laws of change. Also I believe I was thinking beforehand about urban politics and rural practical survival skills. That got lost, but implicit in some of the images, perhaps. Mahabharata meets Roger Zelazny….
Reading your poetry has given me the feeling that the maze you travel to get to each destination would leave a simpler mind, such as my own, hopelessly trapped.
Wherever it came from Simon, this one struck a resounding chord somewhere in what passes for my mind.
Reblogged this on Spoondeep and commented:
It ripples outwards in an interesting way, I think….
It is indeed a wonder we remain so long. Lovely.
LOVE the ending lines
“Shallow dips slowly
Filling with rain,
Reflecting the spindrift”
lovely, lovely, lovely!!