Oh Father Time. Where have you gone.
What have you left to share.
Where am I going why am I here. Where art though paradise that was promised.
Lost in a fire, like the forest. Where was the feast I had hoped to devour.
All the tastes had soured. The love of life and the life I love. This couldn't be what was ordained from above. The decade collected many lives. Long and sudden goodbyes. Invading my lungs. A decade to catch my breath. It's like I saw all this before. Another time ago before I was born. Into the midst I begin the see the many faces of me. The one I wear in the here and now.
Grows a bit older, worn somehow. Still a glint in the eye, yet less is a surprise. Hard to shake and harder to penetrate. The body has hardened. The soul is burdened. The years aggregate.
You are the light. You are what shines so bright. You bring forth the stardust. It's memories It's glee It's unique abilities To shine through all the darkness to lead others through the sea say no more unto thee whispering wishes of a version of you that I do not see
The light in me is the light in you Listen and begin you are the girl named Cyn. Original it might be Almost as original as me.
Let spirit in there are no wins
leave it be and come walk with me
walk by light
shine so bright
a most Cynful light
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