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As seasons finally disassociate
themselves from tired veins,
as an encumbered memory struggles
to grasp faded impressions,
and as a ceiling turns into a mirror
to become confessor and arbitrator,
Let peace finally restore itself.
Let unfulfilled hope’s - hang,
on glazed edges of obscurity,
now focus only on what was.
Let faint rumblings of youth echo
on scattered hinges of vision, and
unspoken words mingle on a placid
sea of treasured names.
Then, as anxiety falls from your
frame to slip silently away,
discard all regrets still left wanting,
for now is your time to become as one,
and merge with past days of glory.
Those days of smiles and laughter
shared with glowing hearts and gentle
touch always yearned for.
"There now….there now."
(c) Mick Goodson