Chronicle of Change

Time then had facile fluidity, flowing like smooth autumn breeze, touching the somber edges of indolent life. You walked in a slow pace, gladly let me pass, held my hands with passion for a long while, waited to listen when and what I spoke. Your tolerance showered cool rains of empathy on my blazed mind in troubled times. You encased my shadow in the petals of heart when I was gone, never to return. I could look through transparent shroud of my life, see happiness glitter in the core, for my soul was a flower of bliss in the bouquet of togetherness. Time now is verily viscous, sliding in uncertain cascading course, eroding the stony bedrock of life’s canyon. You rush through mad crowd, don’t let me go, your arms no longer cross distance to embrace, in cacophony you don’t listen when I speak. Your compassion has morphed into a mirage in the desolate desert of my desiccated times. When I’m gone you erase my fading face instantly from your insulated slate. I can’t look through opaque veil of my life, don’t see where happiness has disappeared. My soul is a web of snapped threads in the frail tapestry of discord. July 5, 2020 Contest : Strand Completely New (5), Any Theme Any Form Sponsor : Brian Strand