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.
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