The river below has slowed its flow
Covering its banks at night in fog
Geese are passing through
Winter must be coming
The sun has waned in its duty
Winds have stopped whining
Solace is seeking its rest again
And you know, I was almost used to
Sitting here alone- in my silence
Recognizing my predicament
But like a rogue freight train
You- became a loud summer glint
As if a lost whisper returning
Reflecting, living so wildly free
And in that way, you brought me hope
Oh the mountain trembled, a bit
I hadn't felt that in such a long while
It was an unsuspecting rush
Flushing through my whole body
You were waking the sleepy me up
From a complicit dream of slumber
And you always seemed to know
Exactly what's on my mind
In much so- sometimes I wondered
If you were just some fragment
Of myself, lost to a past life
Or perhaps, its wandering ghost
Trying to tell me something
Something, that I may have forgotten
Something, I’m yet to discover
I have no idea- truth be told
What you’re really think or believe
You hide now, a shadow, inside your life
Slowly going further away from me
Someplace I can’t see or be
And now, suddenly somehow
You’ve become part of the mystery
That kept me in this distance
Just when I'm getting that feeling
Of wholeness, was still possible
It seemed I was on the cusp
Of learning- a great something
That’s now getting lost
Inside all passing moments
While I’ve been pushed down
From my grand summit of old
Left to sit in my silence once again
Where time alone taught me
Between the slides and heartaches
Was what I finally came to realize, is
We’re just colliding mountainside mirages
That broke free from our life… for a second
Poet of the Light © 2020
We are crumbling pyrite...
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