To run, leap and spring about
in the fields of reminiscences
To break away from present sorrows
To feel the feelings a bit too much
To touch a dazzling hibiscus
and cringe with epiphany
To rise, twirl and flutter high
To balance within rivers of blessed dark
but glow in the moment’s spark
To sit still while thoughts wander
into the valley of unthinkable tangle
To celebrate mourning amid azure heavens
To live and to die and to die and live,
Altogether
To stumble upon a newfound path
beckoning to your soul’s heart
To forget frugal fears
To weep a million pasts and plunge
into sacred memoirs of times to come
To burn, to ache, to drown
In the oceans of brutal holocaust
To give up, give in all lamentations
Reasons, seasons, treason
are all timely lesions
To cry the last cry
To live the last death
To be torn asunder; fury and regret
No more let past define you
No more let pain devour you
To aim for the dawning horizon
Embracing your thoughts, wizened
Gradually, hopefully
To enter the lane of recovery
Heavens, bless the recovery!
Published in Daily Times, July 4th 2018.