Pale October

"The eternal rhythms of daily life sit on the edge of the future. Reaching back through the centuries, you can feel the approaching chill of modern minds." The timeless spirit of truth had its dim beginnings in ancient hearts and it is written in the memories of our earliest ancestors. Chaotic patterns, left in the wake of the half-truths and lies of progress, are a bitter legacy. Too late, we find our days of innocence have melted away like a snowflake in the warmth of a child's eager cheek. . When the constant motion of our days is frustrated by reality, we are left to book slow passage back to courage, to facing the truth of ourselves in the mirror of expectations. We travel alone under the blanket of a moonless nighttide . For the dust of ages belies dawns overdue promise of a September blue.