I have caught a glimpse
Betimes - Defined
As the "thrill"
Granted more often in youth
When closer to that
From whence we came -
And in age - for where we go -
In between it falls distant
In busyness
Until - Loss
Unless - Illness
It is an irredeemable destination,
Ironically.
I have seen the golden light
And silhouettes milling - waiting
For the completion of return
To the creation room.
Art by Cedar - Sea Cliff Eclipse
Golden glow - Ebb and flow
Through embrasure - Earthly erasure
Attempting to flee - The soul departs by degrees
In hope of reunion.
Art by Cedar - A Dream of Joy and Sorrow
We go with silver threads streaming from our fingertips.
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