Dusk clouds dark’ning yellow
Their edges out of focus
Just like an ancient photograph
In the flower of decay
Like the fire within ashes
Or husk of a burnt bulb
That drifts down and condenses
Waits patiently for my footfall.
Why do we cherish ghosts,
Letting friends slip by?
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An hour spent happy.
Vintage incandescent, hygge a sacred presence
leaves, like opportunities.
It tastes like ashes in my mouth.
Splashdown, middle of a day best forgotten.
Time burns, fear churns, my heart
screams its native tongue. Reach out
by night, for that life more real than mine.
Ghosts take shape, but I refuse to yield. I
“learn to labor and to wait.”
-Psalm of Life, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
About the Creator
Saint Fear
keep me where the light is
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when presented with haste and fear and uncertainty, one learns patience.. The beauty of life is in how it flows and in many ways your words have touched on these themes.. well done :)
This was so much comprehensive.
"Wow! You have vividly depicted a journey on a deep mental and emotional level, invoking profound reflections on the relationship between time, life, and death. Amazing! ✨🤟