For Clotho
There comes a moment,
A Point in Time,
When there is no choice,
But to cut the line.
The battle’s been fierce,
The struggle’s been long,
But fatigue has set in,
And it’s time to move on.
With a sad little snip,
And a settling on shore
Watch the water pull away
Until you see it no more.
But know deep inside
That below the visible surface
The power still moves
And lives on in that place.
Catch a glimpse if you can
But fret not if you don’t
For your paths will rejoin
When it’s time to go home.
-Mike Aragona, Aug 5, 2011