Witnessing a fresco
in the chapel of my mind -
I could not rest.
My past -
emblazoned on the walls,
of this my secret hermitage -
I wept.
All colours had gone,
and only words hung there,
empty and cold.
Quietly in the night
I saw eternity decay
and knew
my life must change.
I awoke -
you arrived -
my transient future.
4 comments:
Beautifully written. So haunting and sad, I can really relate to it. Thanks for sharing.
Blessings,
Jane
//I awoke -
you arrived -
my transient future.//
Let it arrive without the burden of the past memories.
Some human beings belienve impermanence is the only predictable thing in this world. I would say unconditional, accessible love is another not to be forgotten. Your painting and poetry are very uplifting to the soul.
Lovely words I could spend lots of time reading. The first comment here was accurate - haunting indeed.
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