Tuesday, September 11, 2018

...can beauty come out of ashes...

Days turn to night to days and to the point they become a constant flicker, no memory needed. Days go by and clarity of the senses comes and goes. The heart and mind finally begin to converse after a long self imposed solitude. Now, reaching out to take each step slowly but with a certain steadfastness not found for some time. Healing beginning. Summer has ended and Fall is close but only in the mind for now. Road trips, work schedules so many things to fill time and keep the mind busy. Still the heart isn't fooled but it remains silent and waiting. Both know its a slow process. Lessons learned and new scars to remind of mistakes made. At least now the compass has swung north and a course laid in. Step by step under a starry sky,  finally slumber in sight and with it comes a chance to dream of what ifs and if only. A distant voice, a memory, a tear and suddenly you . Hand upon hand on the glass, warmth passes from one to the other. Lost for a moment and then fading away once again... yet I am wide awake. 

Can beauty come out of ashes....  

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