The Last Mile - Sq

In my brittle life’s fragile landscape changes are not aberration, etching a valley incised on contours of topographic undulation, meanders in time to plains of nebulous future taking shape, changes are not aberration in my brittle life’s fragile landscape. Many a surging streams in a spate I’d crossed in a blink, with petals of dreams held close to the heart lest they’d sink, chased the butterflies in the scented air to the yonder strait, I’d crossed in a blink many a surging streams in a spate. From the soul’s depth of bliss I collected a treasure of rare gems sparkling in divine ecstasy to the full measure, pearls of dew adorned my meadow, their hue I didn’t miss, I collected a treasure from the soul’s depth of bliss. While I walk the last mile I won’t count the steps any more, at the end of time when I’ll reach life’s eternal sea shore, before setting sail I’ll look back at the footprints for a while, I won’t count the steps any more while I walk the last mile. June 9, 2020 Contest : Swap The Verse Sponsor : Joseph May