"A Tidal Beauty"
lobb152
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In this river time unwinds. Meaningless, we drift further away from the emptiness in our lives. Together we hold till we know longer no why. Sinking down we look up as our lives play out like ragged silhouettes. If only we could return to a time when our eyes could see, the colors rush.
In this place of nothing the loss is not wasted. It’s the aching in your heart of a memory so pure, one must decide to forget. Those who seek the remembrance are strung up, upon mundane skies, till rest. A context no longer of their own choosing. Perhaps a price, that is still not too steep.
The aspect that makes the beautiful so, is in its fragility. Anything more than a whisper and it becomes empty spaces for you and me.
In this place of nothing the loss is not wasted. It’s the aching in your heart of a memory so pure, one must decide to forget. Those who seek the remembrance are strung up, upon mundane skies, till rest. A context no longer of their own choosing. Perhaps a price, that is still not too steep.
The aspect that makes the beautiful so, is in its fragility. Anything more than a whisper and it becomes empty spaces for you and me.
I am a nothing dreaming of something unknown.
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I like this one too