Age Gone the unexpected moment of the prize that we win for favor of a rift in the sun. The dithering days of nonsense and ice cream candled by the shadows of the drifting hours- we borrow I too have grown to take too much for granted my love. Pain is the friend, who reminds us we are alive, or the fiend who won't let us forget. How do we give just thanks to the cause that made our days so rich? ‘til we cast our eyes on the weight of a latent sorrow we cannot take back, or give to the memories of the ones we won't let go. How, how? We waver to and fro, like the cliché of an ocean crest that crashes on the beach's breast. The universe gave us, and then takes us, never created, never lost, acted and reacted upon, Without meter or tongues We dance intently to the beat of our Creators* joy and as the tears of life become one with the Ocean, So we too nod at the lullaby until Beneath the breath of another day, The sun shines upon our faces once more.
Reason for writing:
I was struck with a wash of calming peacefulness
of time's relentless soft whispers
like the weight of the fresh snow on my trees
cascading through the breeze
as the weight brings
all from Birth
returning slowly to Mother Earth.
Birth sign: Leo
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