Whispering mists of time across the river of dreams carry me into the sunset on wings of silken confectionary, as the blossoms struggle against their frozen cages to find rebirth under the golden hues for the promise of the morning sun.
Blue depths; pools saturated in honeysuckle and wine envelop my senses and leave me breathless on its shore.
Fate’s shadow and childish whimsy of yesterday left behind, the tattered remnants of my youth lay in a heap upon the shore like the forgotten chemise on a summer’s day.
Wash from me the half-remembered memory like cheesecloth yellowed from the days of autumn; crushed under foot releasing the musty notes of the fallen leaves, floating upon the breeze in the haze of twilight.
Let the rains pass over me; wash from me the dust of the toil which left its mark upon my soul; raise my face to the stars let the silvery light of the moon transform once more the girl whose destiny lays in the stars; but whose heartbeat is but the ebb and flow of the tides such a gentle embrace.
In a time of smoky scents; a blanket of glistening crushed frailty lays upon me like the bridal veil; as I drift into the winter’s sleep of ages; blossoms red to proclaim the love I shall find; on a bed of pine needles I lay my head and my eyes are caste once again across the land; with a sign of deep resonant harmony their souls will meld with mine for all eternity.
With each season a newness is found, but the connection to who you are remains. ©JFK