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Beyond the Bloom of Starlight
Beyond the sun's celestial dominion, past purple shimmers of twilight, I delve far beyond moonlight's golden glow into the darkness of pilloried memories, continually searching for answers but fail to find those that keep my heart fettered in chains. Within my restless sleep reveries trespass, flowing through saturnine channels of my mind, flooding my heart until only sorrow remains with pensive images I thought I'd left behind. I'm blinded, not by the bloom of starlight, but by bewildering moments in time. Dismal are the murky shadows looming in the corners of these cavernous hollows. They hover over my drubbing heart, whispering taunts in descending echoes. I grow impatient to end their clamor. High is the morning's rushing tide, reaching its frothy fingers out for me. I rest on grains of moist ochre sand, winnowing far beyond the limits of disconsolate bereavement. It's here that Autumn's demise wears a shroud of withered leaves. I lie quietly, waiting to close my eyes, my tormented heart lingering in grief that has haunted me since long ago. As the sun begins its ascent from the sea, dawn disturbs my quest for eternal peace. October 8, 2022 2022 Marathon Mile 16 Contest Sponsored by Mark Toney ~~~~~~~~~ Originally posted on 10~20~2016
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