Fall

A Fall wind encircles my heart and sets it apart from my everyday existence. My troubles and worries escape into the hands that help me through my days; my world, once lonely, now embellished by a presence; my dream. Turning to night in its sensual illume, my eyes fixate on the beauty of a Goddess; the image that reflects into my eyes at the ecliptic. Pin points sparkle in dazzling arrays, effortlessly; the dance, a dulcet mystique of ancient menageries, long since finding their closure. Yet my life, my existence, goes on beckoning. My voice it echoes the cries of misbegotten suppositions that loom to the forefront, unceasingly. My words flow seeking boundaries to excite the eternal wind that is happiness. Alas, they do not exist, only in fleeting stances. Eternity, a word lacking substance in my world. I lie prone in its wake and feel its ravaging waves pound over my listless physical in profane syncopations, never at a loss for their shortcomings. To make for a difference in my world, a faerie tale to endow its secrets and forgive my doubts. The fantasy of a faerie tale lives on in my daily permanence, never finding its footing, wandering the lost halls of my mind, floating in and out of the rooms of my consciousness. Gifted? What will it hand the one disheartened? For mine is that which only brings only transient compensation for the wounds that I bare. The prayers of innocence, long since extinguished, lie in ashes buried under the weight of memories. What at one time brought solace, now only would float the breeze like the dying flame of a candle, a Sisyphean fashion. To turn to the spiritual guidance of old, a set back in a life brought into light. But the light, as it had a beginning, will have its end . . . and I.


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