Consolation

Look down to gaze upon the hours moving through the void of unconcern, forgetfulness on every side and isolation dear because it is the only thing to cling to. Stop...where birdsong knows another plain, where peace is blended with the rain of sorrows entertained, and touched, and smiled upon because they still sustain the present in all time— the childhood kissed, the love that slipped away, the youth that bowed and stretched forth aging arms to hold the sun. Then turn with me; it is not done, and when the turning is at rest there is the rainbow to reflect what it does best, the final memory of light. ~