"Failing to Name Life Gently"

As the sun diminished from the sky
it was his time to die
fading as a dream deferred from life
and pondering the measurement of a man
as he stood at the gate, half departed

What honor had he in life?
dangling between two deviates
one which he aligned-
in the faces of those who believed
and one he aligned-
with only his face to bear witness

So many seasons passing his thoughts
The roots of his idenity lying nearby
heavy with scents of confusion
drifting between faint heartbeats
How had he lived?
How had he loved?
How would he be remembered?

A thousand oceans spill
as darkness descends into truth
recalling lies spoken-
to innocent hearts
deception behind closed doors
leaving no trail of remorse
twisted truth, making it acceptable
His life, a game of self
devices of his own destruction
Forsaking all that was placed
in the palm of his hand
Script of "man" in surrounds
of captive audience
Alter ego ambushed
behind somber panes of glass

Mistakes haunting and gripping-
Luring the moon to push yesterdays
behind dense clouds
Failing to name life gently
resurrecting dirt
a prelude to his demise
as his spirit descends to frayed ashes
in the vision of love and truth-
he failed to touch