8th August, 2024
A blanket of echoing stars,
Distills the parting day,
As flickering traces of retiring moments,
Pause in the suspension of an onerous melody,
From which,
There is no continuation.
Alas! Imprints that cannot be rid from a heart,
What future can follow such a reverie?
Tendrils of a fate that will not let go,
Such an impasse cannot remain undisturbed.
And so,
It will fold,
Into the chapters and leaves of an unchosen past,
Drawn into the present by unconscious floundering.
Let not the contentment of days long gone be forgotten!
It is the fuel for surviving disharmony,
And while questions abound in the sea of disruption,
A poignant reverie endures,
Bringing a gladness that soothes and reclaims,
Despite the withering accusations of all that is dark.
The brushes of life bring momentary upheavals, disingenuous in their brilliance, all the while serving to strengthen a commitment to a reason that cannot be defined and facilitating the construction of a foundational core that can never be broken or destroyed.
Trust is ever more vital as roads divide, compatriots are chosen and rearrangements are put in place. There is no time for hesitation and choices either lead to the fulfillment of concordant wishes or the rupture of a sentience through which truth and resilience flows.
Sincerely, in recognition
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© Soolin Cottle 2024