Sliding delicately into the shimmering ashes of forgotten dreams
Sliding delicately into the shimmering ashes of forgotten dreams,
The target of vanilla tears tracing the contours of lost time,
Your once steady body lit candles for wanderers in the darkest nights,
And now your night is darker than the flickering candle’s ray.
We will forget you, somehow, for that is the nature of things.
It is not kind, but real bodies are closer,
As worms gasp for your bones, eager and relentless.
Yet, you brought us something—a glimmer of small victory,
And for that, I say: well, let us mourn no more.
Like a dried and tossed flower, we forget, we remember, we wait,
I raise my glass for a whole minute and smile.
In the labyrinth of my thoughts, where shadows dance with echoes of your laughter,
I find myself wandering through the corridors of memory,
Each step a whisper of forgotten moments, each turn a sigh of lost hopes.
The essence of your presence lingers, like vanilla fragrance in the air,
A reminder of nights when your light was our beacon,
Guiding us through the darkness, now darker without you.
We will forget you, somehow, for the world moves forward,
And the living demand our attention, love, our time.
Yet, in moments of silence, when the night is still,
Your memory flickers like a distant star, faint but unwavering,
A testament to the small victories you brought into our lives.
As worms gasp for your bones, eager and relentless,
I wish so much to tell you this happens to all—great and small,
In the grand tapestry of existence, your thread may seem insignificant,
But it is woven with care, with love, with meaning.
So let us mourn no more, for mourning is a chain that binds the soul,
And you, dear child, deserve to be free, to be remembered with joy.
Like a dried and tossed flower, we forget, we remember, we wait,
I raise my glass for a whole minute and smile,
For in the luminous shadows of memory, you remain,
A silent guardian of our hearts, a whisper in the wind.
In this elegiac dance of shadows and light, let us celebrate the small victories,
The moments of joy you brought, the light you shared,
And as we move forward, let us carry a part of you within us,
A flicker of your spirit, a spark of your fire,
For in the end, it is the small victories that shape our lives,
The quiet moments of triumph that define our journey.
I raise my glass for a whole minute and smile,
For you, for us, for the luminous shadows of memory.
Copyright © Dan Enache | Year Posted 2024
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