Subsisting more like a rural scenic prop

The weathering comes on unexpectedly

Lost somewhere between broken treetops

Scattered amongst all the obvious things


I’ve become like an unnoticed shadow

Becoming quieter as the world turns

As I fall away from your windows

The way fog dies in passing currents


There once was in a missing time

A wild and seemingly unending season

Me, when I was the brightest of light

And the world was the darker servant


Full circle is how this is oft described

We live in worldly winds as a candlelight

Clinging to our own frail existence self

Secretly, wanting to be counted…forever


Poet of the Light © 2020


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