Loneliness saturating spirits with careful assimilation
as clocks while away timeless moments aging before us.
Waiting for signs, omens, sounds of approaching death,
hearing nothing, seeing nothing, yet feelings slowly
overcome beings with a knowing.
A sincere thought that life is growing shorter and can no
longer be bought through prayers or lighting of candles,
the coming days, hours and minutes of a life on it’s final
breaths of air.
Expanding, listening to inner intellect, taking trails into unknown forests where I can listen to the wind blow in a different direction – down.Softly plying my heart, giving it a strength it hasn’t known before.Calmly retiring, hearing the beauty of yesterday, being fulfilled now in the present with a new joy, elating my being, taking…
Causing a sadness so deep, life cannotcontain it within it’s meager grasp.Holding on, being guided by a lone candleflame, lighting the way towards hope.Bringing faith closer, yet not altogetherclose enough to be used in prayer.
from this puzzle.Nothing seems to come to mind, not even to the doctors Isee.So here I sit, wondering, if this particular ailment willkill me or just get in the way, slowing me down in life.
Tuned in to etudes of soulful composition, touching my hearing, soaring into my mind with a delicate peace found amazingly in notes coming out the end of my pen, writingin rhyme.
It’s just amazing how growing older creates so many problems with agility and leaves us bereft of a quality of life.
All of it done automatically, subconsciously, inmoments of contemplation.
