Passages

I’m living what has been foretold

In words, examples, and metaphors

Of days of my youth and triumphs

Of broken promises and tears cried

Of love- when it visited for a time

And of enduring broken heartaches

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I’ve heard Hawthorne’s whispers

As they rustled through the trees

Then quietly slide down shadows

To eventually sit here next to me

Neither did we speak to each other

But we shared an understood peace

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I understood far less than I really knew

But I always sought to secretly improve

Stupidly hoping; none be the wiser of me

But as the adage claims; I had my bliss

In mind, intentions, and my heart alike

Odd how we change into someone else

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One day far too soon for me even now

I’ll be the forgotten time…I borrowed

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Poet of the Light © 2022

2 thoughts on “Passages

  1. Your writings come from the deepest inner core of a persons being! They greatly move me. When you said: One day far too soon for me even now
    I’ll be the forgotten time…I borrowed Immediately as I read this scripture came to mind. (James 4:14). Many Blessings Dear One.
    Julia

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