The line of great succession

Line of Great Succession

History is filled with sentimental pages
Uncounted words of promise and devotion
Wounded by the cost; it's loss and all it's wages
Leaving stains upon the heart and doubts about the notion

Whether lost or kept
We all have felt it's change
Whether joy or pain
We all have said it's name

That fading, fleeting single moment
Life's highest elevation when you own it
Boiling from the depths and rest upon our lips
Powerless to stop it from sliding through the grips

The truest words slip --
from heart and mind to mouth and matter
Intertwined, they drift --
into lines of form and flatter
From this our hands and pens arise
Taking place in man's progression
In ink, we sigh
And weep to paper our expressions
In heaps, we pile them high
Letters, poems, songs, and sonnets
In the line of great succession

So when I voice mine;
Though, seemingly, it falls upon the walls
Like a shadow moved by time
I fail to find the words at all
That might resolve, solidify, refine

When I say: rocks, they do not move
When I define vast skies and oceans blue
When I write and speak of laughter and of life
When I lift my eyes to fix on you
Please know this soulful sentiment of mine is true

I fear my words too simple yet
When so many come before
But I assure, they are simplicity at best
For more regal words could not say more

-C. Maloney